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's   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   That 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      Lalalalalala...      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   Oh Vendelay