Classic Poem

(O RIGINAL Version )

VERSE 1

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 godlike kind of men,
With a giant brain and a noble head
Like the heroes bold in the books I read.

REFRAIN 1

But along came Bill
Who's quite the opposite
Of all the men
In storybooks.
In grace and looks
I know that Apollo
Would beat him all hollow,
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 old Bill.

VERSE 2

He can't play golf or tennis or polo
Or sing a solo or row.
He isn't half as handsome
As dozens of men I know.
He isn't tall and straight and slim,
And he dresses far worse than Ted or Jim,
And I can't explain why he should be
Just the one, one man in the world for me.

REFRAIN 2

He's just my Bill,
He has no gifts at all:
A motor car
He cannot steer,
And it seems clear
Whenever he dances,
His partner takes chances.
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 —
Because he's just my Bill.