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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
La la la la la la la la (x3)
Holding on for tomorrow
...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

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 we're lost on the Westway
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 (x3)
Holding on for tomorrow

Trying not to be sick again
And holding for tomorrow
She's a twentieth century girl
Hanging on for dear life
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 (x3)
Holding on for tomorrow

Jim stops and gets out the car,
goes to a house in Emperor's 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 I'm
Holding on for tomorrow,
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's so nice,
London ice can freeze your toes
Like anyone I suppose
I'm
Holding on for tomorrow..

(Food processors are great!)

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's 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
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

I 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
Say something, say something else

1....2....3....4....5....6....7....8....9....10....11....
12....13....14....15....16

(You can have it on the rates [?]...
...Yes. Ladies and Gentlemen. A one week only special offer.)

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
Go on!
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

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
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha

While sitting in traffic, Colin thinks in automatic
He's an immaculate dresser, he's your common aggressor
He's a modern retard with a love of bombast
Keeps his eye on the news, doesn't dwells on the past

(And then he..)

Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha

(And then he..)

Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha
He's pleased with himself, he's so pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha

(Through the megaphone, along with last chorus:
He's a modern retard, he's terminal lard
He's an affable man, with a carrotene tan
Because Colin Zeal's ill
Colin Zeal's ill
Colin Zeal's ill)

'Cos Colin Zeal knows

Only the magical transit children, sing sing a lullaby bah, bah, bah
Sitting on a 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 a lullaby bah,bah,bah
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

(There was pressure on Julian, pushing trolleys in the car park
From B to A then back to B
Pressure on Julian
Passing out, precious little snout
The birds are singing at night
The birds are singing at night, Pressure on Julian)

We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way
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)
I feel so unecessary
(We don't think so, you seem starshaped)

Have a couple at the weekend,
Keeps up camaraderie
And my mind boggles in the muddle,
At the possibilities

And I don't need the practice

I've been making plans
(For the future)
Become an unconscious man
(All for the good)
I feel so unecessary
(We don't think so, you seem starshaped)
And I've been making plans
(For the future)
Become an unconscious man
(All for the good)
I feel so unecessary
(We don't think so, you seem starshaped)

I wash with new soap behind the collar
Helps keep down the laundry
And now I bother in cold weather
Because it cleans me mentally

And I really don't need the practice

I've been making plans
(For the future)
Become an unconscious man
(All for the good)
I feel so unecessary
(We don't think so, you seem starshaped)
I've been making plans
(For the future)
Become an unconscious man
(All for the good)
I feel so unecessary
(We don't think so, you seem starshaped)

Air cushioned soles
I bought them on the Portbello Road on a Saturday
I stop and stare awhile
A common pastime when conversation goes astray

And don't think I'm walking out of this
She don'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

And don't think I'm walking out of this
She don't mind
Whatever I say, Whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever
If you don't mind
Whatever I say, Whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever

You know it's to be with you

Don't give up on me yet
Don't think I'm walking out of this
She don't mind
Whatever I say, Whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever
If you don't mind
Whatever I say, Whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever

You know it's to be with you

The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps
So she takes the bus into the country
Although she got herself rosy cheeks
She didn't leave enough money to pay the rent
The landlord says that she'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
But they're putting the holes 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

And I don't know about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
It's been a hell of a do
They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes, yes

I don't know about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
It's been a hell of a do
They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes
And now she's found about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
Well I don't know about you
They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes

Until you can see right through
Until you can see right through
Until you can see right through

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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 it quite so late
To gather the family around the table
To eat enough 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
The England he knew is no more
He sings the Songs of Praise but always falls asleep
For that Sunday sleep

But he knows what he knows
Sunday, Sunday

Oh, the Sunday sleep....

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 it quite so late
You gather the family around the table to eat enough to sleep
And Mother's Pride is your epithet
That extra slice you'll soon regret
So going out is your best bet, then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh that 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

(CHORUS)

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 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 no jellybean, she 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
Da, do, da, da, do

Here is here and I am here, where are you?
Far away, far away
She no jellybean, she 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 (x3)

Practice doesn't make perfect whan 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
So tasty
Go 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
You're tasty
A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night
So taste....

All this has come to Villa Rosie every night
They're waiting
So form a queue at Villa Rosie every night
So tasty
Don't break your own 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 'til the day I die
There's no love made mermaids
It's just distraction or so they

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face, my face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
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

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face, my face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
(....Or am I just coping?)

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face
The emphisis on coping
Can't you see this in my face, my face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again? (x2)
(Can I be dreaming?...Or am I just coping?)

Kazoo, kazoo you are mine, kazoo kazoo every time

Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in (x4)

Anyway you choose, anyway you choose at all
Sometimes you get too much, some days it all gets too much

Kazoo, kazoo you are mine, why do you turn your back on me?

Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in (x4)

Anyway you choose, anyway you choose at all
Some days you do too much, some days it all gets too much

Kazoo, kazoo you are mine, kazoo kazoo every time

Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in (x4)

A fervoured image of another world
Is nothing in particular now
And imitation comes naturally
But I never really stopped to think how
And everyone is a clever clone
A chrome coloured clone am I
So in the abscence of a way of life
Just repeat this again and again...and again
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene, all right

I'm leaving town to run away
Right into your twisted arms
No queues and there's no panic there
Just dangling your feet in the grass
My lack of natural luster now
Seems to be losing me friends
So in the abscence of a way of life
Just repeat this again and again...and again
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene!

Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene, all right
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene!

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 never stop to think why

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Good morning
Wake up
Wake up with purpose and polite efficiency
Stuff vitamin pills down your health guarantee
A kiss and cuddle with a lucky girl
You get fed and watered
Makes your hair curl
And when the day draws in
You put on a record
Put on something gentle
And wait for the cows to come home
Wake up a little voice says
To you eagerly
You musn¡Їt let yourself sink financially
Don¡Їt listen to the accusation that you¡Їre tight
You could be the first man on your street to get it right
And when the day draws in
You going to go into waltz time
For once it was a good time
Wait for the cows to come home
All your life
Ha da de da da
Ha da de da da
Ha da da de da
Ha da de da da da
Wake up with purpose and polite efficiency
So you get fed and watered with good company
And when the day draws in
You go into waltz time
For once it¡Їs a good time
Wait for the cows to come home
All your life

Chemical eats
Best part of the peach
You¡Їre always the way you are
What of that going to close you in
You got a gaping hole in your head
I'd let the birds nest there instead
Aha aha aha aha
A gun in your pocket
And hair in a locket
Around your neck
From the girl you once loved
Where is she now, you¡Їve gone crazy
You¡Їve got a gaping hole in your head
I¡Їd let the birds nest there instead
Aha aha aha aha
You¡Їve got a gaping hole in your head
I¡Їd let the birds nest there instead
I¡Їd let the birds nest there instead
I¡Їd let the birds nest there instead
I¡Їd let the birds nest there instead
Aha aha aha aha