You have the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth, Yet there's that upturned chin and the grin of impetuous youth, I believe in you, I believe in you. I hear the sound of good solid judgment whenever you talk, Yet there's that 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'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 there's that slam, bang, tang, reminiscent of gin and Vermouth, Now I believe in you, I believe in you. (musical interlude) I believe in you, I believe in you, I believe, I believe in you.
