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