Showboat soundtrack – Bill lyrics

I used to dream that I would discover
The perfect lover some day.
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

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.

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.

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 that 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;

He’s just my Bill, an ordinary boy,
He hasn’t got a thing that I can brag about.
And yet to be upon his knee
So comfy and roomy feels natural to me.

And 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.