Well it´s been half a year
Since my ball was properly stocked
And relations on whole
Haven´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 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

Now the word is 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