“Tis The Season” Barlow & Bear Lyrics

Tis the season!
It’s a season for elegant ladies!
Reputations dictated by the queen!
Must be perfectly perfect
Must meet every expectation
May god save all our souls!

[Lady Whistledown]
Grosvenor Square, 1813
Dearest reader
The time has come to place our bets
For the upcoming social season!
Consider the household of the Baron Featherington
3 misses foisted upon the marriage market
Like sorrowful sows by their tasteless and tactless Mama

Is she to breathe mama?

[Lady Featherington]
When I was your age I could fit my waist into an orange and a half and so shall you!


Oh, oh, oh!

[Lady Whistledown]
Far better odds might exist
In the household of the widowed Viscountess Bridgerton
A shockingly prolific family
Known for its bounty of perfectly handsome sons
And perfectly beautiful daughters

Ugh, I’m boiling in this dress already

Are you to complain the entire time, Eloise?

Well, what else am I good for?

I feel like a princess
Do I look like one?

Ha! Hyacinth, you wish to know what I think you look like?


And where’s the lovely Daphne?

She’s only been getting ready all evening

Only her whole life
Well, I’ll go fetch for her

No, I’ll go fetch for her
She likes me better than you anyway

Ugh, and who says that?

Well everyone says that

Should you think she heard me?

[Lady Whistledown]
How very perfect indeed

This is only the beginning
Of a life that I’ll be living
I’m dreaming of a match for love
Just like Mama and Pa had done
So Father, if you’re looking down from above
I’m marrying for love

[Bridgerton Sisters]
Tis the season
It’s a season for elegant ladies
Must be marvelous down to every seam
Must be perfectly perfect
With impeccable reputations
So may she save us all!

[Mrs. Bridgerton]
Where is he?
Ugh, if your brother is to be obeyed as Lord Bridgerton
He must act like Lord Bridgerton!
Benedict, where is Anthony?

Huh, I do not know

Just hold me closer now
Our time is running out

Siena, you know it’s half-past nine!

My lord, just stop the time!
Just put it in your pocket, and lock it away

You know I cannot stay
Siena, my duties they await

So I’ll see you Saturday


[Bridgerton Sisters]
There’s a reason
There’s a reason for all of this crazy
The only word that matters is the Queen’s!

[Lady Whistledown]
Today is a most important day
And for some, a terrifying one
For today is the day
London’s marriage-minded misses
Are presented to Her Majesty, the Queen

[Bridgerton Sisters]
To the Queen!

Ladies Prudence, Philipa, and Penelope Featherington
All escorted by their mother
The right honorable Lady Featherington

[Featherington Sisters]
(No my foot, ugh)
Your Majesty
We’re as perfect as we seem
Not the cake but with the cream
Think I forgot how to breathe!

[Lady Whistledown]
A glimmer of displeasure
And a young lady’s value plummets to unthinkable depths

Presented by her mother
The right honorable Viscountess Bridgerton
Miss Daphne Bridgerton

Don’t trip, don’t falter
Just make it to the altar
Don’t break, don’t crumble
Make certain you’re perfectly humble
Show Her Majesty, the Queen
That I’m more than worthy
Don’t you let it show that you’re more than nervous
Finally, I’m living with a purpose
Must be calm and cool, collected at the surface

Must be perfectly perfect

She’s perfectly perfect

Must be perfectly deserving

Could she be the diamond of the season

Don’t trip, don’t falter
Just make it to the altar
Must be perfectly perfect

It’s a season, it’s a season for elegant ladies
It’s a season, ah

Perfectly perfect
Must be-

[Queen Charlotte]
Flawless, my dear

Did that really just happen?