Bill in a Beret A poor little boy Growing up, numbers were his toys Became a scientist all on his own Would you believe it so Even though his mom told him no? Traveling the farmlands with his father making fruit boxes with his hands Dreaming about living in LA Who'd have thought he'd have an office at Cal Tech One day Born next to a baseball field He could calculate the games But his teachers told him that his future Was in the fruit fields, all the same Sent himself though college This young man had a dream Twelve dollars a week with a wife and kids True love is harder than it seems From UCLA to Cal Tech He was finding his own way Chemistry, Physics and all of the math Was more that work, it was play No matter whether it's cloudy Or there are stars up in the sky He's solving problems all night long And there are many more to try <> Pasadena sunlight through the palm trees Los Angeles my home by the sea Sounds so good to me I'm Bill Bill in the Beret I'm Bill Bill in the Beret I'm Bill Bill in the Beret I'm Bill Bill in the Beret