Now there you are;
Yes, there's that face,
That face that somehow I [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
Yet, with the slam-bang tang
Reminiscent of gin and vermouth.
Oh, I believe in you.
I believe in you.