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 and have a grouse Go round, 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 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 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 Go round there and have a grouse Go round, 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 impediment And look what he did He razed half of London And the Dutch are weeping Lusted after French paintings Pro-rae, pro-rae 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-rae