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!