I used to dream
That I would
Discover
The perfect
Lover
Someday
I know I'd
Recognize him
If ever he came
' Round my way
I always used
To fancy that
He'd be one
Of the
God-like
Kind of men
With a giant brain
And a
Noble head
Like the heroes
Bold in the
Books I've read
But along came
Bill
Who's not the
Type at all
You'd 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
Oh 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 can't play
Golf or
Tennis or
Polo
Or sing a solo
Or row
He isn't half
As handsome
As dozens of
Men that I know
He isn't tall
And straight
And slim
And he dresses
Far worse than
Ted or
jim
Oh I can't
Explain why
He should be
just the one
One man in the
World for me
He's just my
Bill
An ordinary
Guy
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
Oh 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