Tempo House

A serious man
In need of a definitive job
He had drunk too much
Mandrake anthrax
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Tormented tots
With Burton weeping
His idiot contacts
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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 is weeping
His chairs are weeping
God damn the pedantic Welsh
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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
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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
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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
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Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round there and have a grouse
Go round, have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House

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