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 BILLTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
