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