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 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    Is 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       [Instrumental break]       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..