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