You have the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth, Yet there's the upturned 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 that 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 got 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; Oh, I believe in you, I believe in you!