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