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A serious man, in need of a definitive job
He had drunk too much mandrake anthrax 
Pro-re, pro-re, oh Loron 

Tormented tots, with Burton weeping 
His idiot contacts
Pro-re, pro-re
Pro-re, pro-re

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
Pro-re, pro-re, Loron, Loron

Put your claim into Tempo House
Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round and have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House
Put your claim, put your claim

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-re, pro-re
Pro-re, pro-re

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
Put your claim, put your claim, put your claim, put your claim
Put your claim, put your claim
Put your claim

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 six three Market Place
Tempo House address
Pro-re, pro-re
Loron

Winston Churchill had a speech imp-p-p-pediment, and look what he did
Erased half of London 
And the Dutch are weeping, lusted after French paintings
Pro-re, pro-re
Oloron
Oloron

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-re, pro-re
Pro-re, pro-re
Put your claim, put your claim