Fall - Tempo House Lyrics
A serious manIn need of a definitive jobHe had drunk too muchMandrake anthraxPro-rae, pro-raeOloronTormented totsWith burton weepingHis idiot contactsPro-rae, pro-raePut your claim into tempo houseGo round there to tempo houseGo round and have a grousePut your claim into tempo houseRoll the chubby round jowlsRoll the chubby round jowlsAnd burtons weepingHis chairs are weepingGod damn the pedantic welshPro-rae, pro-raePut your claim into tempo houseGo round there to tempo houseGo there and have a grousePut your claim into tempo houseId sing solitaire for the b.e.f.But who wants to be with them, anyway?Snow on easter sundayJesus christ in reverseI tell ya, the dutch are weepingIn four languages at leastOloronPro-raeAnd burton is weepingPut your claim into tempo housePut your claim into tempo houseGo round and have a grousePut your claim into tempo houseIllness, pollution, should be encouraged and let looseThen maybe some would have a genuine grouseSpring right out of the fettersRight away from 63 market placeTempo house addressPro-rae, pro-raeOloronWinston churchill had a speech imp-p-p-pedimentAnd look what he didHe razed half of londonAnd the dutch are weepingLusted after french paintingsPro-rae, pro-raePut your claim into tempo houseGo round there and have a grouseGo round, have a grousePut your claim into tempo housePro-rae
