Tempo House Lyrics

A serious man
In need of a definitive job
He had drunk too much
Mandrake anthrax
Pro-rae, pro-rae

Tormented tots
With Burton weeping
His idiot contacts
Pro-rae, pro-rae

Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round there to Tempo House
Go round and have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House

Roll the chubby, round jowls
Roll the chubby, round jowls
And Burton is weeping
His chairs are weeping
God damn the pedantic Welsh
Pro-rae, pro-rae

Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round there to Tempo House
Go there and have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House

I'd sing Solitaire for the B.E.F.
But who wants to be with them, anyway?
Snow on Easter Sunday
Jesus Christ, in reverse
I tell ya, the Dutch are weeping
In four languages at least
Oloron
Pro-rae
And Burton is weeping

Put your claim into Tempo House
Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round and have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House

Illness, pollution, should be encouraged and let loose
Then maybe some would have a genuine grouse
Spring right out of the fetters
Right away from 63 Market Place
Tempo House address
Pro-rae, pro-rae
Oloron

Winston Churchill had a speech imp-p-p-pediment
And look what he did
He razed half of London
And the Dutch are weeping
Lusted after French paintings
Pro-rae, pro-rae

Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round there and have a grouse
Go round, have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House

Pro-rae