(JAKE pounds out the introduction on the piano)

JULIE
I used to dream that I would 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 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
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
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 or straight or 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 man,
He hasn't got a thing that I can brag about
And yet to be
Upon his knee
So comfy and roomy
Seems natural to me
Oh, 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