Her name is Bridget.nI think I like her best of allnShe's not a midgetnBut she's not what you nMight call tall, she's small nAnd I would so like to meet her.nnI'm watching Bridget nSitting there puffing her Pall Mall.nShe starts to fidgetnSitting alone in the dance hall,nI'll call her over, I'd like to meet her.nnBridget's the kind of a girlnThat I've been dreaming ofnShe is the kind of a girl that InCould learn to lovenAnd love to learn.nAll heads turn 'cause I'mnnTalking with BridgetnI learn she was with the circus.nNo, not a midgetnShe played a rusty old pan flute.nShe's cute. I think I will buy her a drink.nnBridget's the kind of a girl that I'venBeen dreaming of.nShe's the kind of a girl thatnI could learn to lovenAnd love to learnnAll heads turn.