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]