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.