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:
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
½ 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!