Bill

I used to dream that I would 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 godlike kinds 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 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 can't play golf or tennis or polo Or sing a solo or row He is not half as handsome As dozens of men that I know He is not tall or straight or slim And he dresses far worse than Ted or Jim And I can't explain why he should be Just the one, one man in the world for me Oh, he's just my Bill An ordinary guy He hasn't got a thing that I can brag aboutAnd yet to be Upon his knee So comfy and roomy Seem 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