The Gas supply has been cut off, the tele's on the blink
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Billy stinks, he drinks & spews up in the kitchen sink
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He's sick of his bleedin' life, & he's gonna smack the wife in the jaw
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Billy Mrs cleans and scrubs while Billy's down the boozer
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But she's had a belly full now Billy's gonna lose her
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She's in her dressing gown, Billy's breaking down the bedroom door
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[Chorus:]
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POT... POT BELLY BILL: A Big fat dirty lout
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A pig & a layabout
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POT... POT BELLY BILL: A fowl gob that's never shut
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A fat slob with a beer gut.
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POT POT POT BELLY BILL
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He's such a hog at tea time, he shovels down his grub
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He burps & makes rude noises, then he nicks off down the pub
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Between you & me, & Billy's Mrs will agree, he's a swine
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[Chorus]</i>...
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[Guitar Bit]
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It's closing time at the local, & he stumbles out the bar
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The drunken lump forgets to switch the lights on in his car
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But Billy is a darer, he did not see the Sierra round the bend.
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1/2 an hour latter Billy's hospitalised, "Tell the wife to bring some cans in
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with the grapes" He cries.
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But she's seen the light, she said "Serve the fat slob right, I hope he DIES"
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[Chorus]
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Pot Belly Bill
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