Tempo House Lyrics by Fall, The

Tempo House Lyrics

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


    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's 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

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