I Believe in You

Executives: Gotta stop that man,
 I gotta stop that man cold . . .
 Or he'll stop me.
 Big deal, big rocket,
 Thinks he has the world
 In his pocket.
 Gotta stop, gotta stop,
 Gotta stop that man.
 Finch: Now there you are;
 Yes, there's that face,
 That face that somehow I trust.
 It may embarrass you to hear me say it,
 But say it I must, say it I must:
 You have the cool, clear
 Eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth;
 Yet there's that upturned chin
 And that grin of impetuous youth.
 Oh, I believe in you.
 I believe in you.
 I hear the sound of good, solid judgment
 Whenever you talk;
 Yet there's the bold, brave spring of the tiger
 That quickens your walk.
 Oh, I believe in you.
 I believe in you.
 And when my faith in my fellow man
 All but falls apart,
 I've but to feel your hand grasping mine
 And I take heart; I take heart
 To see the cool, clear
 Eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth;
 Yet, with the slam-bang tang
 Reminiscent of gin and vermouth.
 Oh, I believe in you.
 I believe in you.
 Executives: Gotta stop that man,
 Gotta stop that man . . .
 Or he'll stop me.
 Big wheel, big beaver,
 Boiling hot
 With front office fever.
 Gotta stop, gotta stop,
 Gotta stop that man.
 Finch: Oh, I believe in you.
 Executives: Don't let him be such a hero!
 Finch: I believe in you.
 You! You! Mwah!