Bright Young Things Lyrics

Lucy's wearing vintage
Boy's in a rented tux
Safety pins for cufflinks
Please dance with me
The party's still in full swing
And you're such a bright young thing

Nancy's got her monkey
On a silver chain
Pose for Stephen's camera
Then dance with me
Forget what the future brings
Surrounded by bright young things

Sometimes a party's
A port in a storm
No one is weary
Or lost and forlorn

Listen, a nightingale sings
In Berkeley Square the bright young things
Are flying on chemical wings
Intent on their one-last-flings tonight

It's time! It's time!
It's time! It's time!

When I get you home
There'll be sunlight on your bed
Close your eyes and drift off
Imagining
The promise of a diamond ring
You the queen, and I your king

Sometimes a party's
A port in a storm
You won't feel weary
Or lost or forlorn

Listen, a nightingale sings
In Berkeley Square the bright young things
Are flying on chemical wings
Share with me one last fling tonight

It's time! It's time!