Lyrics and translation Ian Dury & The Blockheads - Mash It Up Harry

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...

Écrase-le Harry

Il a ses petites caleçons et son petit gilet
Il a sa petite raie dans les cheveux
Il a son petit pantalon et ses petites chaussures
Et il veut un peu de Wembley à 'tu sais où'

Il a sa petite veste et sa petite chemise
Il a son petit nœud papillon
Il a son petit imperméable et son petit chapeau
Et il veut un peu de Wembley dans son 'I yi yi'

Ne l'appelle pas Harry une patate humaine, ne l'appelle pas Harry un tubercule
Ne l'appelle pas Harry un roi ambulant
Édouard, Harry est fait de chair et de sang

Il a son petit bureau et sa petite chaise
Il a son petit cactus dans son pot
Il a ses petits mémos et son petit travail
Et il veut un peu de Wembley dans son 'tu sais quoi'

Il a sa petite pension et son petit plan
Il a sa petite police en main
Il a son petit ordinateur portable et son petit stylo
Et il veut un peu de Wembley dans son Rio Grande

Ne l'appelle pas Harry une patate humaine, ne le fais pas frire Harry ce soir
Ne donne pas à Harry une épine dans le pied, Harry se débrouille bien

Écrase-le, écrase-le, écrase-le Harry
Écrase-le, écrase-le, écrase-le Harry
Écrase-le, écrase-le, écrase-le Harry
Écrase-le, écrase-le, écrase-le Harry

Il a sa petite hypothèque et son petit salon
Il a son petit bout d'Angleterre à défendre
Il a sa petite télé et son petit téléphone
Et il veut un peu de Wembley dans son Ponder's End

Il a son petit jardin et son petit hangar
Il a sa petite tondeuse sur l'herbe
Il a son petit garage et sa petite voiture
Et il veut un peu de Wembley dans son Khyber Pass

Ne l'appelle pas Harry une patate humaine, ne le fais pas rôtir sur un pieu
Je pense que Harry est un vrai Golden Wonder, laisse Harry être le tubercule que tu aimes
Ne l'appelle pas Harry une patate humaine, ne l'appelle pas Harry un tubercule
Ne l'appelle pas Harry un roi ambulant
Édouard, Harry est fait de chair et de sang

Écrase-le, écrase-le, écrase-le Harry
Écrase-le, écrase-le, écrase-le Harry
Écrase-le, écrase-le, écrase-le Harry
Écrase-le, écrase-le, écrase-le Harry

On est en route pour Wembley, on est sur la Wembley Way
On est en route pour Wembley, on est sur la Wembley Way
On est en route pour Wembley, on est sur la Wembley Way
On est en route pour Wembley, on est sur la Wembley Way
On est en route pour Wembley, on est sur la Wembley Way
On est en route pour Wembley, on est sur la Wembley Way
On est en route pour Wembley, on est sur la Wembley Way
On est en route pour Wembley, on est sur la Wembley Way...