We're trying not to be sick again
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
London ice can freeze your toes
Then Susan comes into the room
Says, "Let's take a drive to Primrose Hill
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
And so we hold each other tightly
Singing
With her hands on the wheel
Holding on for tomorrow, oh, oh, oh
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
Holding on for tomorrow, oh, oh
Holding on for tomorrow, oh, oh
So we hold each other tightly
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
Turns it off and makes some tea
Singing
Trying not to be sick again
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
Seeing what she can borrow
And holding on for tomorrow
I'm holding on for tomorrow
She's a twentieth century girl
And so we can hold each other tightly
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
Like anyone I suppose
London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
She's a twentieth century girl
And holding on for tomorrow
And we can wait until tomorrow
Holding on for tomorrow, oh, oh, oh, oh
Holding up for dear life
Trying not to make him sick again
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
And hold on for tomorrow
And hold on for tomorrow
She's a naughty girl with a lovely smile
Goes to a house in emperor's gate
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
He's hanging on for dear life
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
Singing
Holding on for tomorrow, oh, oh, oh, oh
Holding on for tomorrow, oh, oh
But we're lost on the Westway
Then he puts the TV on
It's windy there and the view's so nice"
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
Jim stops and gets out the car
London ice cracks on a seamless line
Through the door and to his room
Says, "modern life well, it's rubbish"
