Hello, Executive Washroom.
Oh, come on down.
We're here making plans.
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.
Oh, look at him standing there
staring at himself in the mirror.
Now there you are,
yes, there's that face.
that face that somehow
I trust it may em bar rass 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 truth.
Yet there's that
up turned chin
and that grin of impetu ous 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.
I believe in you, I believe in you,
and when my faith in my
fellow man
all but falls apart,
I'm 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 Jim Vermouth, oh,
I believe in you, I believe in you.
Gotta stop that man,
gotta stop that man
For he'll stop me
Take the wheel, take the fever
Boil you hot with blood on a steamer
Gotta stop, gotta stop,
gotta stop that man
Oh, I believe in you.
Oh, let it be such a hero.
I believe in you. You. You.
You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You.