| The Gas supply has been cut off
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| The tele’s on the blink
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| Billy stinks, he drinks
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| & spews up in the kitchen sink
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| He’s sick of his bleedin' life
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| & he’s gonna smack the wife in the jaw
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| Billy Mrs cleans
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| And scrubs while Billy’s down the boozer
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| But she’s had a belly full
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| Now Billy’s gonna lose her
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| She’s in her dressing gown
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| Billy’s breaking down the bedroom door
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| Pot… Pot Belly Bill:
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| A Big fat dirty lout
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| A pig & a layabout
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| Pot… Pot Belly Bill:
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| 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
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| He shovels down his grub
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| He burps & makes rude noises
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| Then he nicks off down the pub
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| Between you & me
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| & Billy’s Mrs will agree, he’s a swine
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| Pot… Pot Belly Bill:
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| A Big fat dirty lout
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| A pig & a layabout
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| Pot… Pot Belly Bill:
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| 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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| It’s closing time at the local
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| & he stumbles out the bar
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| The drunken lump forgets
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| To switch the lights on in his car
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| But Billy is a darer
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| He did not see the Sierra
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| Round the bend
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| ½ an hour latter Billy’s hospitalised
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| «Tell the wife to bring some cans in
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| With the grapes»
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| He cries
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| But she’s seen the light
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| She said:
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| «Serve the fat slob right
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| I hope he dies»
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| Pot… Pot Belly Bill:
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| A Big fat dirty lout
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| A pig & a layabout
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| Pot… Pot Belly Bill:
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| 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! |