Bill

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
Are not the kind that you
Would find in a statue
But 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.

But along came Bill 
Who's not the type at all.
He's meet him in the streets
And I never noticed 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's really not his brain
That makes me thrill
I love him because he's
I don't know
Because he's just my Bill.

(Oscar Hammerstein II / Pelham Grenville Wodehouse)

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