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 is
Rubbish, 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 is so nice, London ice can freeze
your toes like anyone I suppose.)
(ad lib from the shopping channel)
It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home
I feel foul mouthed as I stand and wait for the underground
And a nervous disposition doesn't 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
Advertisements are here for rapid persuasion
If you stare too long you lose your appetite
A nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
You need fast relief from aches and stomach pains
(chorus)
Do you advert think?
Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal
He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker
He's an affable man with a plausible plan
Keeps his eye on the news, keeps his future 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 bombast
Keeps his eye on the news never dwells on the past
And then he
(chorus)
(through the megaphone) He's modern retard, he's
terminal lard, he's an affable man
with a carotene 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 between the ears
No blood in head in this bloody weather,
irate people with yellow tongues
Only the magical transit children sing,
sing the 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, precious little snout,
the birds are singing at night, pressure on Julian)
Wash with new soap behind the collar
Keeps a clean mental state
Don't usually bother in cold weather
But still I'm getting into work late
And I don't need the practice
I've been making plans (for the future)
Become an unconscious man (all for the good)
Feel so unnecessary
(we don't think so, you seem starshaped)
I have a couple at the weekend
Helps keep up camaraderie
And my mind boggles in the muddle
At the possibilities
(bridge)
(chorus)
Wash with new soap behind the collar
Helps keep down the laundry
And now I bother in cold weather
Because it cleans me mentally
Air cushioned soles,
I bought them on the Portobello
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
(bridge)
(chorus)
You know it's to be with you
The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps
So she takes a bus into the country
Although she got herself rosy cheeks
She didn't leave enough money to pay the rent
The landlord says that he's out in a week
What a shame she was just getting comfy
Now she's eating chocolate to induce sleep
In a chemical world it's very, very, very cheap
And I don't know about you
They're putting the hoes in, yes, yes
It's been a hell of a do
They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes
Peeping Thomas has a very nice view
Across the street at the exhibitionist
These townies they never speak to you
Just stick together so they never get lonely
Feeling, lead, feeling quite light-headed
Had to sit down and have some sugary tea
In chemical world, in a chemical world
it's very, very, very cheap
(Legislated nostalgia: to force a body of people to have memories they do not actually possess)
Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the colour supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate,
regret you left in quite so late
To gather the family around the table,
to eat enough to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday here again a walk in the park
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
He fought for us in two world wars and says
the England he knew is no more
He sings the Songs of Praise every week
but always falls asleep
For that Sunday sleep
You dream of protein on a plate,
regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family around the table to eat enough to sleep
And Mother's Pride is your epithet,
that extra slice you will soon regret
So going out is your best bet, then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh the Sunday sleep
Lead in me and me in water
Dangling in my world
I swallowed too much oily water
It keeps slipping down my spine
In a sense of self in decline
Growing fat on sound
It's only an early morning dream
And the whole world will be alright
My head is full of suspicion
I'm coming home sometime
I've swallowed too much oily water
It keeps slipping down my spine
In a sense of self in decline
Lying on my back
It's only an early morning dream
And so the whole world will be alright
(chorus)
Miss America sits in the shower
She's plucking hours from the sky
Picks up the telephone, into another home
Don't ask me why
I don't mind, I don't mind at all
I love only you
She's a well wisher and she wishes you well
Wish away, wish away
She's no jellybean, she's a Jemima ho ho
Wish away, wish away
I don't mind, I don't mind at all
I love only you
Da do da da do
Here is here and I am here
Where are you
Far away, far away
She's no jellybean, she's a Jemima ho ho
Wish away, wish away
Practice doesn't make perfect when you're interbreeding
Speaking drivel can it get confused with heavy breathing?
Mixing drinks at water holes get snarled up in the suburbs
Meandering through this and that
you are suspected of vagueness
When work is done, go to Villa Rosie every night (we're waiting)
So form a-queue at Villa Rosie every night (so tasty)
Across the common every day
you come across the fine line
But wearing boots can prevent the leeches in the long grass
Eating between meals stifles the appetite is it healthy?
Coming home that nagging doubt there in your belly
And all the while at Villa Rosie every night (we're tasting)
A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night (so tasty)
All losers come to Villa Rosie every night (we're waiting)
So form a queue at Villa Rosie every night (so tasty)
Don't break your back at Villa Rosie every night (we're tasting)
A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night (so tasty)
Primal, evil what am I?
Tongue-tied until the day I die
there's no love made with mermaids
It's just distraction or so they say
But I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see it in my face, my face
When I feel this strange can I go through this again
It's a sorry state you're getting in
The same excuse is wearing thin
There's no self control left in me
What was not will never will be
(bridge)
(chorus)
Kazoo, kazoo you are mine I give you my heart every time
Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in
Any way you choose, anyway you choose at all
Sometimes you do to much, sometimes it all gets too much
(bridge)
(chorus)
I think too much
On things I want too much
It makes me hateful
And I say stupid things
Only you can fill my blank heart
And I'm resigned to that
I wish the sun
Could just keep me warm
And I'm resigned to that
I'll forget to breathe someday
I've never stopped to think why
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