Prime Artist:              Helen Morgan
Lyrics by:                 P.G. Wodehouse  (Pelham Grenville W.)
Lyrics by:                 Oscar Hammerstein II     (O. Greeley Clendenning H. II)

Music by:                  Jerome Kern   (J. David K.)
From the Show:             Show Boat  1927 (S)
Lyrics:
Verse 1

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.

Refrain 1

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.

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 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.

Refrain 2

He's just my Bill,
An ordinary boy,
He hasn't got a thing
That I can brag about;

And yet to be
Up on 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.

Contributed by Carlene Bogle