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: A fowl gob that's never shut, A fat slob with a beer gut. Pot, 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!