Lyrics of Mash it up harry
Ian Dury
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....
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