Ian Dury & The Blockheads — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Mash It Up Harry
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Paroles
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…
Traduction des paroles
Il a ses petits y-fronts et son petit gilet
Il a sa petite séparation dans les cheveux
Il a ses petits pantalons et ses petites chaussures
Et il veut un peu de Wembley up "vous-savez-où"
Il a sa petite veste et sa petite chemise
Il a son petit notif sur sa cravate
Il a son petit imperméable et son petit chapeau
Et il veut un peu de Wenbley dans son "I yi yi"
Ne pas appeler Harry une pomme de terre humaine, ne pas appeler Harry un spud
Ne pas appeler Harry un walking King Edward, 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 boulot
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 politique en main
Il a son petit lap-top et il a son petit crayon
Et veut un peu de Wembley dans son Rio Grande
Ne pas appeler Harry une pomme de terre humaine, ne pas frire Harry ce soir
Ne donne pas une puce à Harry sur son épaule, Harry va bien
Mélangez, mélangez, mélangez Harry
Mélangez, mélangez, mélangez Harry
Mélangez, mélangez, mélangez Harry
Mélangez, mélangez, mélangez Harry
Il a son petit prêt et il a 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 jusqu'à la fin de sa réflexion
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 sur son Khyber Pass
Ne pas appeler Harry une pomme de Terre humaine, ne pas le rôtir sur une pointe
Je pense que Harry est une vraie merveille En Or, laissez Harry être le spud que vous aimez
Ne pas appeler Harry une pomme de terre humaine, ne pas appeler Harry un spud