I Believe In You

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.
Executives: Stop that man, gotta, stop it.
Finch: You!
Executives: Stop that man, gotta, stop it.
Finch: You!
Executives: Stop that man, gotta, stop that,
man!