Well it's been half a year 

Since my ball was properly stocked 

And relations on whole 

Hasn't quite been "oh so clock!" 



But though you're not the key 

To this emotional lock 

That still doesn't change 

The value of your stocks 



Now I hear that people 

Talking garbage about you 

And as goes with such things 

The most of it ain't true 

So I write this song just to say to you 

I believe in you, - I do, Vendelay 



Well, the word's on the street 

That your ball gets properly stocked 

And by word you consider it being 

"Oh so clock!" 

Well now I'm not your spokesman 

But still a man of words 

And no matter how untrue 

I know garbage always hurts 



I don't know nowadays 

What it takes to get bewitched 

For a person like me 

Who's just starving to get ditched 

Let's just hope that our ropes 

Ain't so firmly fixed 

And if you'd ask me I'd say: 

- Nix, Vendelay 



I know that life is very bad 

When you're picking up the pieces 

Of what you had 

And people say: 

I want you, I want you, I want you! 

Yeah, they want you all right 

- But just for a while 

But hang on in there 

And you'll pull it through 

'Cause I believe in you, I do 

And there's a reason why I do, Vendelay