The gas supply has been cut off, the tele's on the blink
Billy stinks, he drinks and spews up in the kitchen sink
He's sick of his bleedin' life, and 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 and a layabout

Pot, Pot Belly Bill
A foul 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 and makes rude noises, then he nicks off down the pub
Between you and me, and Billy's Mrs will agree, he's a swine

Pot, Pot Belly Bill
A foul gob that's never shut
A fat slob with a beer gut
Pot Pot Pot Belly Bill

It's closing time at the local, and 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

Half 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 and a layabout

Pot, Pot Belly Bill
A foul gob that's never shut
A fat slob with a beer gut
Pot Pot Pot Belly Bill
Pot Pot Pot Belly Bill
Pot Pot Pot Belly Bill