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

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

Along came 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

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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jerome Kern, Oscar Hammerstein III, P. G. Wodehouse