Lucy's wearing vintage. Boys 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 the 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 (it's time it's time). It's time (it's time it's time). It's time (it's time it's time). When I get you home. They'll be sunlight on your bed. Close your eyes and drift off. Imagining.... The promise of a diamond ring. You a queen and I your king. Sometimes a party's a port in a storm. No one is weary or lost and forlorn. Listen the nightingale sings. In Berkeley Square the bright young things. Are flying on chemical wings. Share with me one last fling. Tonight. 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 (it's time it's time). It's time (it's time it's time). It's time (it's time it's time). When I get you home. They'll be sunlight on your bed. Close your eyes and drift off. Imagining.... The promise of a diamond ring. You a queen and I your king. Sometimes a party's a port in a storm. No one is weary or lost and forlorn. Listen the nightingale sings. In Berkeley Square the bright young things. Are flying on chemical wings. Share with me one last fling. Tonight