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 (x3). Holding on for tomorrow. ...oh oh oh oh oh.... 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 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 la la (x3). Holding on for tomorrow. Trying not to be sick again. And holding 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 la la (x3). Holding on for tomorrow. Jim stops and gets out the car. Goes to a house in emperor’s 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 i’m. 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. I’m. Holding on for tomorrow...