You have the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth,
Yet there's that upturned chin and the grin of impetuous youth,
I believe in you,
I believe in you.

I hear the sound of good solid judgment whenever you talk,
Yet there's that bold,
brave, spring of the tiger that quickens your walk,
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 there's that slam, bang, tang, 
reminiscent of gin and Vermouth, 
Now I believe in you, 
I believe in you.

I believe in you, 
I believe in you, 
I believe, 
I believe in you.