Bill (Live On The Ed Sullivan Show, July 19, 1964)

I used to dream that I'd 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've read

But along came Bill

Who's not the type at all

You'd pass him on the street

And you'd never notice him

His form and face, his manly grace

Are not the kind that you'd find in a statue

I can't explain

It's surely not his brain

That makes me thrill

I love him 'cause he's wonderful

'Cause he's just my Bill

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

It seems so natural to me

And I cannot, I just 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