Hes a 20th century boy
With his hands on the rails
Hes trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow
London ice cracks on a seamless line
Hes hanging on for dear life
And 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
Shes a 20th century girl
With her hand on the wheel
Shes trying not to make him sick again
And seeing what she can borrow
Londons so nice back in your seamless rhymes
But were lost on the Westway
And 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
Were trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow
Shes a 20th century girl
Hanging on for dear life
And 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
Holding on for tomorrow
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, Im
Holding on for tomorrow
Then Susan comes into the room
Shes a naughty girl with a lovely smile, says
Time to drive to Primrose Hill
Its windy there and the views so nice
London ice can freeze your toes
Like anyone I suppose, you know theyre
Holding on for tomorrow