The Gas supply has been cut off, the tele's on the blink

Billy stinks, he drinks & spews up in the kitchen sink

He's sick of his bleedin' life, & he's gonna smack the wife in the jaw

Billy Mrs cleans and scrubs while Billy's down the boozer

But she's had a belly full now Billy's gonna lose her

She's in her dressing gown, Billy's breaking down the bedroom door



[Chorus:]

POT... POT BELLY BILL:    A Big fat dirty lout

A pig & a layabout

POT... POT BELLY BILL:    A fowl gob that's never shut

A fat slob with a beer gut.

POT POT POT BELLY BILL



He's such a hog at tea time, he shovels down his grub

He burps & makes rude noises, then he nicks off down the pub

Between you & me, & Billy's Mrs will agree, he's a swine

[Chorus]...

[Guitar Bit]



It's closing time at the local, & he stumbles out the bar

The drunken lump forgets to switch the lights on in his car

But Billy is a darer, he did not see the Sierra round the bend.

1/2 an hour latter Billy's hospitalised, "Tell the wife to bring some cans in

with the grapes" He cries.

But she's seen the light, she said "Serve the fat slob right, I hope he DIES"

[Chorus]