Well its been half a year
Since my ball was properly stocked
And relations on whole
Havent quite been "oh so clock!"
But though youre not the key
To this emotional lock
Thar still dorsnt change the
values of your stocks
Now I hear people
Talking garbage about you
And as goes with such things
The most of it aint true
So I write this song just to say to you:
I believe in you, - I do, Vendelay
Now the word is on the street
That your ball gets properly stocked
And by word you concider it being
"oh so clock!"
Well Im not your spokesman
But still a man of words
And no matter how untrue,
I know the garbage always hurts
I dont know nowadays
What it takes to get me bewitched
For a person like me
Whos just starving to get ditched
Lets just hope that our ropes
Aint so firmly fixed
And if youd asked me Id say:
-Nix, Vendelay.
I know that life is very bad
When youre 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 youll pull it through
Cause I believe in you, I do
And theres a reason why I do, Vendelay
