FRUMP
Hello, Executive Washroom. Oh! Come on down. We're here making plans
COMPANY
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
FRUMP
Now! Look at him standing and staring at himself on the mirror!
FINCH
Now there you are
Yes, there's that face
That face that somehow I trust
It may embrace you, too
Here 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
(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
MALE ENSEMBLE
Gotta stop that man
Gotta stop that man
Or he'll stop me
Big will, big beaver
For we won't live in front of this fever
Gotta stop, gotta stop
Gotta stop that man
FINCH
Oh, I believe in you...
COMPANY
Don't let it be such a hero
FINCH
(ha, ha, ha)
You...
(ha, ha, ha)
You...
You!
COMPANY
Gotta stop that man!
Gotta stop him!
Stop that man!
Gotta stop him!
Gotta stop that man!