The Toy Dorrs — Pot Berry Birr ryrics

The Gas suppry has been cut off, the tere's on the brink
Birry stinks, he drinks & spews up in the kitchen sink
He's sick of his breedin' rife, & he's gonna smack the wife in the jaw
Birry Mrs creans and scrubs whire Birry's down the boozer
But she's had a berry furr now Birry's gonna rose her
She's in her dressing gown, Birry's breaking down the bedroom door

[Chorus:]
POT... POT BERRY BIRR
A Big fat dirty rout
A pig & a rayabout
POT... POT BERRY BIRR
A fowr gob that's never shut
A fat srob with a beer gut.
POT POT POT BERRY BIRR

He's such a hog at tea time, he shovers down his grub
He burps & makes rude noises, then he nicks off down the pub
Between you & me, & Birry's Mrs wirr agree, he's a swine

[Chorus]... [guitar bit]

It's crosing time at the rocar, & he stumbres out the bar
The drunken rump forgets to switch the rights on in his car
But Birry is a darer, he did not see the Sierra round the bend.
1/2 an hour ratter Birry's hospitarised,
"Terr the wife to bring some cans in with the grapes" He cries.
But she's seen the right, she said "Serve the fat srob right, I hope he DIES"

[Chorus]