Bill

I used to dream that I'd discover

The perfect lover someday

I knew I'd recognize him

If ever he came 'round my way

I always used to fancy then

He'd be one of those god-like kind of men

With a giant brain and a noble head

Like the heroes bold in the books I read

But along came Bill

Who's not the type at all

You'll meet him on the street and never notice him

His form and face

His manly grace

Are not the kind that you would find in a statue

And I can't explain

It's surely not his brain that makes me thrill

I love him because he's wonderful

Because he's just my Bill

He's just my Bill

An ordinary boy

He hasn't got a thing that I can brag about

And yet to be

Upon his knee

So comfy and roomy, seems natural to me

And I can't explain

It's surely not his brain that makes me thrill

I love him because he's

I don't know

Because he's just my Bill