Bill

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