He’s a twentieth century boy
With his hands on the rails
Trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow
London ice cracks on a seamless line
He’s hanging on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow
…
Singing la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Holding on for tomorrow
…
She’s a twentieth century girl
With her hands on the wheel
Trying not to make him sick again
Seeing what she can barrow
London’t so nice back in your seamless rhymes
But we’re lost on the Westway
So we hold each other tightly
And we can’t wait until tomorrow
…
Singing la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Holding on for tomorrow
…
Trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow
..
She’s a twentieth century girl
Holdng on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for dear life
…
Holding on for tomorrow
…
Holding on for tomorrow
…
La la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Holding on for tomorrow
…
(Jim stops and gets out of the car, goes to a house in Emperors Gate, through the door and to his room, then he puts the TV on, turns it off and makes some tea, says Modern Life Is Rubbish,)
Holding on for tomorrow
(then Susan comes into the room, she’s a naughty girl with a lovely smile, says let’s take a drive to Primrose Hill, it’s windy there and the view’s so nice, London ice can freeze your toes like anyone I suppose.)
Holding on for tomorrow
