Shirley Bassey - Bill

I used to dream that I would discover
The perfect lover some day
I knew I'd recognise him
If ever he came my way.
I always used to fancy that
He'd be one of the god-like 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 meet him on the street and never notice him!
His form and face,
His manly grace,
Is 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!

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!