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

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