But along came Bill, who's not the type at all   You 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      But I can't explain, it surely not his brain   That makes me thrill   I love him because he's wonderful   Because he's just my Bill      But along came Bill, who's not the type at all   He'd meet me in the street and never notice it   His form and face, his manly grace   Are not the kind that you would find in a statue      But I can't explain, it really not his brain   That makes me thrill   I love him because he's, I don't know   Because he's just my Bill