Hello. What? No, the meeting's at 4: 30.
Meet me in the Executive Washroom. We'll make plans.
Big meeting's today, huh? Yeah...
Here anything about what Finch is planning?
JB Gave him a postponement so he must have something
Y'know fellas, I'm starting to get a little scared of Finch
Me too. If we don't stop him pretty soon,
He'll probably have us all working in the mailroom
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, that man.
Now there you are.
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 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.
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
Oh, I believe in you
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
(Oh, I believe in you)
Don't let him be such a hero
(I believe in you)
Stop that man, gotta stop it!
(You)
Stop that man, gotta stop it!
(You)
Stop that man, gotta stop it!
(You)
Man!
Writer(s): Frank Loesser
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