Lyrics - Tempo House by 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

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