[FRUMP:]
Hello, Executive Washroom. Oh! Come on down. We're here making plans.
[COMPANY:]
Gotta stop that man.
I've 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.
[FRUMP:]
Now! Look at him standing and staring at himself on the mirror!
[FINCH:]
Now there you are.
Yes, there's that face.
That face that somehow I trust.
It may embrace you, too.
Here 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 up turned chin
And the 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.
(roar, roar!)
Oh, I believe in you,
I believe in you.
And when my faith in my fellow man
Oh 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.
[MALE ENSEMBLE:]
Gotta stop that man.
Gotta stop that man.
Or he'll stop me.
Big will, big beaver
For we won't live in front of this fever
Gotta stop, gotta stop.
Gotta stop that man.
[FINCH:]
Oh, I believe in you...
[COMPANY:]
Don't let it be such a hero
[FINCH:]
(ha, ha, ha)
You...
(ha, ha, ha)
You...
You!
[COMPANY:]
Gotta stop that man!
Gotta stop him!
Stop that man!
Gotta stop him!
Gotta stop that man!
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