Pet Shop Boys Bright Young Things from the album Beside.

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20 COMMENTS

  1. really should have been on the album, not relegated to the b-side of an iffy single choice. Thank god for 'Format', would have missed it otherwise.

  2. 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