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
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

She's a twentieth century girl
With the 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
And so we hold each other tightly
And we can 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

We're trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow

She's a twentieth century girl
Holding 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

Jim stops and gets out the car (la, la, la-la-la)
Goes to a house in Emperor's Gate (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)
Through the door and to his room (la, la, la-la-la)
Then he puts the TV on (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)
Turns it off and makes some tea (la, la, la-la-la)
Says: Modern life, well, it's rubbish, I'm (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)
Holding on for tomorrow

Then Susan comes into the room (la, la, la-la-la)
She's a naughty girl with a lovely smile (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)
Says: Let's take a drive to Primrose Hill (la, la, la-la-la)
It's windy there and the view's so nice (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)
London ice can freeze your toes (la, la, la-la-la)
Like anyone, I suppose you're (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)
Holding on for tomorrow