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!