Mash It Up Harry Lyrics - Ian Dury & 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' 

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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 

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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...