Pot Belly Bill

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
 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
 Pot... pot belly bill
 A big fat dirty lout
 A pig & a layabout
 Pot... pot belly bill
 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"
 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