The Fall - 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