Classic Poem

( with Oscar Hammerstein II, as rewritten for Show Boat)

REFRAIN 1

But along came Bill,
Who's not my 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.
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.

REFRAIN 2

He's just my 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.
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.