Mash It Up Harry - Ian Dury And The Blockheads

Hes got his little Y-fronts and his got his little vest

Hes got his little parting in his hair

Hes got his little trousers and hes got his little shoes

And he wants a bit of Wembley up you-know-where



Hes got his little jacket and hes got his little shirt

Hes got his little notif on his tie

Hes got his little raincoat and hes got his little hat

And he wants a bit of Wenbley up his I yi yi



Dont call Harry a human potato, dont call Harry a spud

Dont call Harry a walking King Edward, Harrys made of flesh and blood



Hes got his little office and hes got his little chair

Hes got his little cactus in its pot

Hes got his little memos and hes got his little job

And he wants a bit of Wembley up his you-know-what



Hes got his little pension and hes got his little plan

Hes got his little policy in hand

Hes got his little lap-top and hes got his little pen

And wants a bit of Wembley up his Rio Grande



Dont call Harry a human potato, dont fry Harry Tonight

Dont give Harry a chip on his shoulder, Harrys doing alright



Mash it up, mash it up, mash it up Harry

Mash it up, mash it up, mash it up Harry

Mash it up, mash it up, mash it up Harry

Mash it up, mash it up, mash it up Harry



Hes got his little morgage and hes got his little lounge

Hes got his little bit of England to defend

Hes got his little telly and hes got his little phone

And he wants a bit of Wembley up his Ponders End



Hes got his little garden and hes got his little shed

Hes got his little mower on the grass

Hes got his little garage and hes got his little car

And he wants a bit of Wembley up his Khyber Pass



Dont call Harry a human Potato, dont roast him on a spike

I think Harrys a real Golden

Il a ses petits fronts en Y et son petit gilet

Il a sa petite séparation dans ses cheveux

Il a obtenu son petit pantalon et il a obtenu ses petites chaussures

Et il veut un peu de Wembley, vous savez où \u003cbr />


Il a sa petite veste et il a sa petite chemise

Il a son petit notif sur sa cravate

Il a obtenu son petit imperméable et il a obtenu son petit chapeau

Et il veut un peu de Wenbley dans son I yi yi



N'appelez pas Harry une pomme de terre humaine, n'appelez pas Harry un spud

N'appelez pas Harry un roi Edward qui marche, Harrys fait de chair et de sang



Il a son petit bureau et il a sa petite chaise

Il a mis son petit cactus dans son pot

Il a obtenu ses petits mémos et il a obtenu son petit boulot

Et il veut un peu de Wembley dans son tu-sais-quoi



Il a obtenu sa petite pension et il a obtenu son petit plan

Il a sa petite politique en main

Il a obtenu son petit ordinateur portable et il a obtenu son petit stylo

Et veut un peu de Wembley dans son Rio Grande



N'appelez pas Harry une pomme de terre humaine, ne faites pas frire Harry ce soir

Ne donnez pas à Harry une puce sur son épaule, Harrys va bien



Mash it up, mash it up, mash it up Harry

Mash it up, mash it up, mash it up Harry

Mash it up, mash it up, mash it up Harry

Mash it up, mash it up, mash it up Harry



Il a son petit morgage et il a son petit salon

Il a son petit bout d'Angleterre à défendre

Il a sa petite télé et il a son petit téléphone

Et il veut un peu de Wembley dans son Ponders End



Il a son petit jardin et il a son petit cabanon

Il a mis sa petite tondeuse sur l'herbe

Il a son petit garage et il a sa petite voiture

Et il veut un peu de Wembley dans son Khyber Pass



N'appelez pas Harry une pomme de terre humaine, ne le faites pas rôtir sur une pointe

Je pense que Harry est un vrai Golden