Vendelay

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