Lyrics:

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.

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"

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!