| Lyrics: | Hes got his little Y-fronts and his got his little vest
Hes got his little parting in his
hair
Hes got his little trousers and hes got his little shoes
And he wants a bit of Wembley
up you-know-where
Hes got his little jacket and hes got his little shirt
Hes got his
little notif on his tie
Hes got his little raincoat and hes got his little hat
And he wants
a bit of Wenbley up his I yi yi
Dont call Harry a human potato, dont call Harry a
spud
Dont call Harry a walking King Edward, Harrys made of flesh and blood
Hes got his
little office and hes got his little chair
Hes got his little cactus in its pot
Hes got his
little memos and hes got his little job
And he wants a bit of Wembley up his
you-know-what
Hes got his little pension and hes got his little plan
Hes got his little
policy in hand
Hes got his little lap-top and hes got his little pen
And wants a bit of
Wembley up his Rio Grande
Dont call Harry a human potato, dont fry Harry Tonight
Dont
give Harry a chip on his shoulder, Harrys 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
Hes got his little morgage and hes got
his little lounge
Hes got his little bit of England to defend
Hes got his little telly and
hes got his little phone
And he wants a bit of Wembley up his Ponders End
Hes got his
little garden and hes got his little shed
Hes got his little mower on the grass
Hes got his
little garage and hes got his little car
And he wants a bit of Wembley up his Khyber
Pass
Dont call Harry a human Potato, dont roast him on a spike
I think Harrys a real
Golden |
