Tempo House Lyrics - Fall

A serious man 

In need of a definitive job 

He had drunk too much 

Mandrake anthrax 

[Pro-rae, pro-rae] 

[Laurent/A law on] 

Tormented tots 

With Burton weeping 

His idiot contacts 

Hooray, hooray 

Hooray, hooray 

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 

Hooray, hooray 

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 

Hooray, hooray 

Hooray, hooray 

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 tempo market place 

Tempo House address 

Hooray, hooray 

Aurora 

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 

Hooray, hooray 

Put your claim into Tempo House 

Go round there and have a grouse 

Go round, have a grouse 

Put your claim into Tempo House 

Hooray, hooray 

Hooray, hooray