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
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
(chorus)
(middle)
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
(chorus)
(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 it's rubbish, then
Susan comes into the room, she's a naught girl with a lovely
smile and says let's take a drive to Primrose Hill it's windy
there and the view is so nice, london ice can freeze your toes
like anyone I suppose)
It's six o'clock on the dot and i'm half way home
I feel foul mouthed as I stand an wait for the underground
And a nervous disposition does'nt agree with this
I need something to remind me that there is something else
You need a holiday somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting there never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Advertisments are here for rapid persuasion
If you stare too long you loose your appetite
A nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
You need fast relief from aches and stomach pains
(chorus)
Colin zeal knows the value of mass appeal
He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker
He's an apfable man with a plausible plan
Keeps his eye on the news, keeps his futrure in hand
And then he
Looks at his watch he's on time yet again
He's pleased with himself, so pleased with himself, he's
Pleased with himself ah ah.
While sitting in traffic, colin thinks in automatic
He's an immaculate dresser, he's the common aggressor
He's a modern retard with a love of bomblast
Keeps his eye on the news never dwells on the past
And then he
(chorus)
He's a modern retrard, he's a terminal lard,
He's an affable man with a carrotene tan because colin's zeal is ill.
Only the magical transit children sing, sing the lullaby bah bah bah,
Sitting on the pavement sucking on a long straw, it's colourful,
It's colourful, but it washes you out.
Here is my violence and here is the excuse, I learnt it all but only second hand
Falling into walls well, what is it with you, you'd never know,
Never know, never know.
We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way
Pressure on Julian
Swimming in yellow pissy water, sand getting in beween the ears
No blood in head in this bloody weather, irrate people with yellow tongues
Only the magical transit children sing, sing lullaby bah bah bah
Falling into walls, well what is it with you, you'd never know
Never know, never know.
(chorus)
(there was pressure on Julian, pushing trolleys in the car park
From b to a then back to b, pressure on julian, he keeps passing
Out, poor little snout, the birds are singing at night, pressure
On Julian)
Falling into walls well, what is it with you, you'd never know,
Never know, never know.
(chorus)
(there was pressure on Julian, pushing trolleys in the car park
From b to a then back to b, pressure on Julian, he keeps passing
Out, poor, precious little snout, the birds are singing at night,
Pressure on Julian)
Air cushioned soles, I bought them on the Portabello Road on a Saturday
I stop and stare awhile, a common pastime when conversation goes astray.
But don't think I'm walking out of this
She doesn't mind, whatever I say, whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing, I want to stay this way forever
Blue, blue jeans I wear them every day, there's no particular reason to change
My thoughts are getting banal, I can't help it but I won't pull out hair another day
