| Carrying the Banner RACETRACK: That’s my cigar! SNIPESHOOTER: You'll steal another. KID BLINK: Hey, bummers, we got work to do! SPECS: Since when did you become me mother? CRUTCHY: Ah, stop your bawling! SOME OF THE NEWSIES: Hey! Who asked you? MUSH: Try Bottle Alley or the harbor. RACETRACK: Try Central Park, it's guaranteed. JACK: Try any banker, bum, or barber. SKITTERY: They almost all knows how to read! KID BLINK: I smell money. CRUTCHY: You smell foul! MUSH: Met this girl last night! CRUTCHY: Aw, Move your elbow! RACETRACK: Pass the towel! SKITTERY: For a buck, I might! ALL NEWSIES: Ain't it a fine life, Carrying the banner through it all? A mighty fine life, Carrying the banner tough and tall. Every morning, w e goes where we wishes, We's as free as fishes, Sure beats washing dishes, What a fine life, carrying the banner home-free all! JACK: It takes a smile as sweet as butter. CRUTCHY: The kind that ladies can't resist. RACTRACK: It takes an orphan with a stutter. JACK: Who ain't afraid to use his KID BLINK: Fist! ALL NEWSIES: Summer stinks and winter's waiting, Welcome to New York! Boy, ain't nature fascinating, When youse gotta walk? Still, it's a fine life, carrying the banner with me chums! A mighty fine life, blowing every nickel as it comes. CRUTCHY: I'm no snoozer! Sitting makes me antsy, I likes living chancy. ALL NEWSIES: Harlem to Delancey, What a fine life, carrying the banner through the slums! NUNS: Blessed children, though you wander lost and depraved, Jesus loves you, you shall be saved! SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT: PATRICK’S MOTHER: Patrick, darling, since you left me I am undone. Mother loves you. God, save my son! RACETRACK: Just give me half a cup! KID BLINK: Something to wake me up. MUSH: I gotta find an angle! CRUTCHY: I gotta sell more papes. SOME NEWSIES: Papers is all I got Wish I could catch a breeze Sure hope the headline's hot All I can catch is fleas God, help me if it's not! Somebody help me, please. ALL NEWSIES: If I hate the headline, I'll make up the headline, And I'll say anything I hafta. 'Cause at two for a penny, if I take too many, Weasel just makes me eat 'em after. SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT: FIRST GROUP: Look! They're putting up the headline! You call that a headline? I get better stories from the copper on the beat! I was gonna start with twenty, but a dozen'll be plenty. How’s a guy gonna make ends meet? SECOND GROUP: What's it say? That won't pay! So where's your spot? God, it's hot! Will you tell me How am I gonna make ends meet? ALL NEWSIES: We need a good assassination! We need an earthquake or a war! SNIPESHOOTER: How 'bout a crooked politician? ALL NEWSIES: Hey, stupid, that ain't news no more! Uptown to Grand Central Station, down to City Hall. We improves our circulation, walking till we fall! SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT: FIRST GROUP: It’s a fine, carrying the banner through it all. A mighty fine life, carrying the banner tough and tall. See the headline! Newsies on a mission, kill the competition, sell the next edition. What a fine life, carrying the banner. It’s a fine life, carrying the banner. It’s a fine life, carrying the banner. It’s a fine life, carrying the banner. It’s a fine life, carrying the banner it’s a Go! GROUP TWO: Look, they’re putting up the headline, You call that a headline? I get better stories from the copper on the beat. I was gonna start with twenty, but a dozen’ll be plenty. Will you tell me how I’m ever gonna make ends meet? Hitched it on a trolley, Meet you Forty-fourth and Second, Little Italy’s a secret, Bleeker’s further than I reckoned, By the courthouse, by the stables, On the corner someone beckoned and I Go get ‘em Cowboy! You got ‘em now boy! Go get ‘em Cowboy! You got ‘em now boy! Go! |