Hey!
That's my cigar!
You'll steal another!
Hey, look! It's bath time at the zoo
I thought that I'd surprise my mother
If you can find her
WHO ASKED YOU?!
From Bottle Alley to the Harbor
There's easy pickings guaranteed
Try any banker, bum, or barber
They almost all knows how to read
It's a crooked game we're playin'
One we'll never lose
Long as suckers don't mind payin'
Just to get bad news
Ain't it a fine life!
Carrying the banner through it all
A mighty fine life!
Carrying the banner tough and tall
When the bell rings
We goes where we wishes
We's as free as fishes
Sure beats washing dishes
What a fine life
Carrying the banner home-free all!
Hey, Crutchie, what's your leg say, gonna rain?
Uhh, no rain...
Ho-ho, partly cloudy, clear by evenin'
Ha! And the limp sells fifty papes a week, all by itself!
I don't need the limp to sell papes
I got personality
It takes a smile that spreads like butter
The kind that turns a lady's head
It takes an orphan with a stutter
Who's also blind-
And mute-
And dead!
Summer stinks and winters freezing
When you works outdoors
Start out sweatin
End up sneezin'
In between it pours!
Still it's a fine life
Carrying the banner with me chums
Still it's a fine life
Carrying the banner with me chums
A bunch of big shots
Tossin' out a freebie to the bums
A bunch of big shots
Tossin' out a freebie
Hey! What's the hold up?
Waiting makes me antsy
I likes livin' chancey
Harlem to Delancey
What a fine life!
Carrying the banner through the-
Blessed children
Though you wander lost and depraved
Jesus loves you
You shall be saved
Curdled
( Just give me half a cup)
coffee
( Somethin' to wake me up)
Concrete donuts
( I gotta find an angle)
Sprinkled with mold
( It's gettin bad out there)
Homemade  ( Papers is all I got)
( It's 88 degrees)
biscuits  ( JACK says to change my spot)
( Wish I could catch a breeze)
Just two  ( Maybe it's worth a shot)
( All I can catch is fleas)
years old
If I hate the headline
I'll make up a headline
And I'll say anything I have'ta
'Cause at two for a penny， if I take too many
Weasel just makes me eat 'em afta'!
Got a feelin' bout the headline!
I smells me a headline!   ( I do too, so it must be true)
Papes are gonna sell like we was givin' them away!
Betcha dinner it's a doozy  ( What a switch! Soon we'll all be rich)
'Bout a pistol-packin' floozy
Who knows how to make a Newsie's day!  ( Don't know any better way to make a newsie's day)
You wanna move the next edition
Give us an earthquake or a war!
How 'bout a crooked politician?
Yeah, nitwit, that ain't news no more!
Uptown to Grand Central Station
Down to City Hall
We improves our circulation
Walking 'til we fall
But we'll be out there  ( Got a feelin' 'bout the headline)
Carrying the banner man to man!  ( I smells me a headline)
( Papes are gonna sell like we was givin' them away)
We're always out there  (Betcha dinner it's a doozy)
Soakin' every sucker that we can!  ( 'Bout a pistol-packin' floozy)
( Don't know any better way to make a Newsie's day! )
See the headline: ( I was stakin' out the circus, )
Newsies on a mission!  ( And then someone said that Coney's really hot)
Kill the competition,  ( But when I got there,)
Sell the next edition!  ( there was Spot with all his cronies, )
We'll be out there, ( Heck, I'm gonna take what little dough I got and play with ponies! )
Carrying the banner!
See us out there, ( We at least deserves a headline for the hours that they work us)
Carrying the banner!
Always out there, ( Jeez, I bet if I just stayed a little longer at the circus... )
Carrying the banner!
We’ll all be out there
Carrying the banner man to man!
We're always out there
Soakin' every sucker that we can!
Here's the headline:
Newsies on a mission!
Kill the competition!
Sell the next edition!
We'll be out there
Carrying the banner!
See us out there
Carrying the banner!
Always out there
Carrying the banner!
Ahh, ahh, ahh, go!