Bill Caity Gyorgy & Mark Limacher

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 those god-like kinds of men
With a giant brain and a noble hand
Like the heroes bold in the books I've read

But along came Bill
Who's not the type at all
You would meet him on the street and never know his name
His form and face, his manly grace
Are not the kind that you would find in a statue
And 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

He can't play golf, or tennis or polo
Or sing a solo or row
He is not half as handsome as dozens of men that I know
He is not tall or straight or thin and he dresses far worse than [?]
And I can't explain why he should be
Just the one, one man in the world for me