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