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 lala la (x3) 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 borrow London s so nice back in your seamless rhymes
but we re lost on the Westway So we hold each other tightly
and hold on for tomorrow
singing La la la la la
la la la la la la lala la (x3) Holding on for tomorrow Trying not to be sick again
and holding on for tomorrow She s a twentieth century girl
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 lala la (x3) Holding on for tomorrow Spoken: Jim stops and gets out 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
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 |
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