Bill Songtext
von Helen Forrest

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 my Bill
I love him because he, I don′t know
Because he's just my Bill