Mash It Up Harry 

Ian Dury And The Blockheads

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

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