Ian Dury & The Blockheads
Mash It Up Harry

He's got his little Y-fronts and his got his little vest
He's got his little parting in his hair
He's got his little trousers and he's got his little shoes
And he wants a bit of Wembley up ‘you-know-where'

He's got his little jacket and he's got his little shirt
He's got his little notif on his tie
He's got his little raincoat and he's got his little hat
And he wants a bit of Wenbley up his ‘I yi yi'

Don't call Harry a human potato, don't call Harry a spud
Don't call Harry a walking King Edward, Harry's made of flesh and blood

He's got his little office and he's got his little chair
He's got his little cactus in it's pot
He's got his little memos and he's got his little job
And he wants a bit of Wembley up his ‘you-know-what'

He's got his little pension and he's got his little plan
He's got his little policy in hand
He's got his little lap-top and he's got his little pen
And wants a bit of Wembley up his Rio Grande

Don't call Harry a human potato, don't fry Harry Tonight
Don't give Harry a chip on his shoulder, Harry's 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

He's got his little morgage and he's got his little lounge
He's got his little bit of England to defend
He's got his little telly and he's got his little phone
And he wants a bit of Wembley up his Ponder's End

He's got his little garden and he's got his little shed
He's got his little mower on the grass
He's got his little garage and he's got his little car
And he wants a bit of Wembley up his Khyber Pass

Don't call Harry a human Potato, don't roast him on a spike
I think Harry's a real Golden Wonder, let Harry be the spud you like
Don't call Harry a human potato, don't call Harry a spud
Don't call Harry a walking King Edward, Harry's made of flesh and blood

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

We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way
We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way
We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way
We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way
We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way
We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way
We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way
We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way....


Mirror lyrics:

We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way....
We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way
We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way
We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way
We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way
We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way
We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way
We're on our way to Wembley, we're on the Wembley Way

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

Don't call Harry a walking King Edward, Harry's made of flesh and blood
Don't call Harry a human potato, don't call Harry a spud
I think Harry's a real Golden Wonder, let Harry be the spud you like
Don't call Harry a human Potato, don't roast him on a spike

And he wants a bit of Wembley up his Khyber Pass
He's got his little garage and he's got his little car
He's got his little mower on the grass
He's got his little garden and he's got his little shed

And he wants a bit of Wembley up his Ponder's End
He's got his little telly and he's got his little phone
He's got his little bit of England to defend
He's got his little morgage and he's got his little lounge

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

Don't give Harry a chip on his shoulder, Harry's doing alright
Don't call Harry a human potato, don't fry Harry Tonight

And wants a bit of Wembley up his Rio Grande
He's got his little lap-top and he's got his little pen
He's got his little policy in hand
He's got his little pension and he's got his little plan

And he wants a bit of Wembley up his ‘you-know-what'
He's got his little memos and he's got his little job
He's got his little cactus in it's pot
He's got his little office and he's got his little chair

Don't call Harry a walking King Edward, Harry's made of flesh and blood
Don't call Harry a human potato, don't call Harry a spud

And he wants a bit of Wenbley up his ‘I yi yi'
He's got his little raincoat and he's got his little hat
He's got his little notif on his tie
He's got his little jacket and he's got his little shirt

And he wants a bit of Wembley up ‘you-know-where'
He's got his little trousers and he's got his little shoes
He's got his little parting in his hair
He's got his little Y-fronts and his got his little vest


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