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!