Snipeshooter: You'll steal anudder
Kid Blink: Hey bummers, we got work to do
Specs: Since when did you become me mudder?
Crutchy: Ah, stop yer bawlin'!
Several Newsies: Who ast 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: Move your elbow!
Racetrack: Pass the towel!
Skittery: For a buck I might!
Newsies:
Ain't it a fine life
Carryin the banner through it all
A mighty fine life
Carryin the banner tough and tall
Every morning we goes where we wishes
We's as free as fishes
Sure beats washin' dishes
What a fine life
Carryin the banner home-free all
Jack: It takes a smile as sweet as butter
Crutchy: The kind that ladies can't resist
Racetrack: It takes an orphan with a stutter
Jack: Who ain't afraid to use his
Kid Blink: Fist!
Newsies:
Summer stinks and winter's waitin'
Welcome to New Yawk!
Boy, ain't nature fascinatin'
When youse gotta walk
Still it's a fine life
Carrying the banner with me chums
A mighty fine life
Blowin' every nickel as it comes
Crutchy:
I'm no snoozer
Sittin' makes me antsy
I likes livin' chancy
Newsies:
Harlem to Delancy
What a fine life
Carryin the banner through the slums
Nuns:
Blessed children
Though you wander lost and depraved
Jesus loves you
You shall be saved
SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT:
Mother:
Patrick, darling
Since you left me
I am undone
Mother loves you
God save my son
Racetrack: Just gimme half a cup
Kid Blink: Something to wake me up
Mush: I gotta find an angle
Crutchy: I gotta sell more papes
Various 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
Newsies:
If I hate the headline
I'll make up a 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 afta
SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT:
Group one:
Look! They're puttin' up the headline
You call that a headline?
I get better stories
From the copper on the beat
I was gonna start with twenty
Now a dozen'll be plenty
Tell me, how'm I gonna make end meet?
Group two:
What's it say?
That won't play
So where's your spot?
God, it's hot
Will you tell me
How'm I gonna make ends meet?
Newsies:
We need a good assassination
We need an earthquake or a war
Snipeshooter: How 'bout a crooked politician?
Newsies:
Hey stupid, that ain't news no more!
Uptown to Grand Central Station
Down to City Hall
We improves our circulation
Walkin' till we fall
SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT:
Group one:
So we'll be out there
Carryin the banner man to man
We'll be out there
Soakin' every sucker that we can
See the headline:
Newsies on a mission
Kill the competition
Sell the next edition
While we're out there
Carryin the banner is the-
Group two:
Look, they're puttin' up the headline
They call that a headline?
The idiot what wrote it
Must be workin' for the Sun
Did ya hear about the fire?
Group three: Heard it killed ol' man McGuire
Group two: Heard the toll was even higher
Group three: Why do I miss all the fun?
Group two: Hitched it on a trolley
Group three: Meet'cha Fourty-Fourth and Second
Group two: Little Italy's a secret
Group three: Bleeker's further than I reckoned
Group two: By the courthouse
Group three: Near the stables
Group two: On the corner someone I beckoned and I-
Group one:
It's a fine life
Carryin the banner through it all
A mighty fine life
Carrin the banner tough and tall
See the headline:
Newsies on a mission
Kill the competition
Sell the next edition
What a fine life
Carryin the banner
It's a fine life
Carryin the banner
It's a fine life
Carryin the banner
It's a fine life
Carryin the banner
It's a fine life
Carryin the banner
It's a
Go!
Group two:
Look, they're puttin' 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 ya tell me how'm I ever
Gonna make ends meet?
Hitched it on a trolley
Meet ya Fourty-Fourth and Second
Little Italy's a secret
Bleeker's further than I reckoned
By the courthouse, near the stables
On the corner someone beckoned
Go get 'em, Cowboy
You got 'em now, boy!
Go get 'em, Cowboy
You got 'em now, boy!
Go!
