Newsies (1992) Musical Edit

A lot of people make money that way.

A newsie rally with all the kids from all over New York.

A real crip ain't got a chance.

A scab?

Aaah!

Aaah! [GROANING]

About all these sweatshop kids listening to me?

Actually, I ain't walkin' so good.

After him!

Ah ha!

Ah, you gonna be requiring anything else this evening?

All of them.

All over.

All right, everyone remain calm!

All right, keep me informed.

All right, let me think about it.

All right, yeah!

All right!

All right! A platen press!

All right.

All right.

All those words you said, those were mine.

An orphan gets arrested,

And all the others. After all, you're their leader.

And Dave can keep us company.

And Denton?

And he's leadin' this army of lawyers and cops...

And I did nothing...

And if Spot Conlon joins the strike, then they'll join.

And it would be you who put him there.

And more than just half of one.

And other giants of the newspaper world.

And probably everywhere else.

And that the court order his incarceration until the age of 21...

And the mayor, and such awful language.

And then a thousand...

And this is my brother, David. He's older.

And this so called headline drags on for infinity.

And...

Any of you boys ever heard of Jack Kelly?

Any scab I see, I soak 'em, period.

Anyone who doesn't act in his own self interest...

Anyway, I came to tell you fellas good bye.

Anyway, it's like the Waldorf out here,

Are any of you represented by counsel?

Are we gonna take what they give us or are we gonna strike?

Are you all right?

Are you bribin' me, Joe?

As long as they got the power.

As newspapermen, he and I would cut each other's throats to get an advantage.

As soon as they find the right ranch, they're gonna send for me.

Assault, resisting arrest.

At least half of what I wish for you.

Atta boy!

Atta boy!

Attempted? Last time wasn't an attempted escape.

Away from the Refuge, these foul streets.

Back to my old job as "The Sun's" ace war correspondent.

Bad idea, Chief.

Be cause enough, Mayor?

Beat it! It's the Bulls!

Because you spend as much as you make trying to beat Hearst.

Besides, I got family here.

Bill?

Boots!

BOY: Extra! Extra!

BOY: Hey, Crutchy, come on outta there.

BOY: Move it! Go! Go!

Brilliant performance, Jackie, brilliant!

Brilliant, Jonathan, brilliant.

Bringin' you the news for a penny a pape.

Brooklyn! Brooklyn!

Bryan Denton of “The Sun." How do you do, sir?

Bumlets, Specs, Skittery, take Queens.

But a dime a day and a few black eyes?

But also, also we gotta get smart...

But as gentlemen and as businessmen,

But does it... matter?

But he put an egg in his shoe and beat it.

But I ain't got a cute, little brother like Les to front for me.

But I got brains too.

But look how he covers the strike. Look, look, look!

But that's fine. We'll just get tougher with it.

But you can't let him beat ya, right, Jack?

But you never had the guts to put 'em across yourself.

But your family's real nice, Dave, like mine.

Buy me last pape, lady?

By tonight.

C'mon, c'mon. Hurry up! C'mon, c'mon.

C'mon, move it. Go, go, go!

Can I get you anything else, Mr. Snyder?

Carry your banner. Sell the papers!

Carryin' the banner!

Carryin' the banner!

Case of Jack Kelly. Inciting to riot,

Catchy words like "maniac" or "corpse"...

Challenge.

Charge the newsies more for their papers?

Charged up San Juan Hill with Colonel Teddy Roosevelt.

Cheese it! Cheese it!

Chief?

Cigar, sir?

Clear out, give him room. Give him some room!

Come here, David.

Come here, you dirty, rotten scabber!

Come here!

Come on, come on.

Come on, fellas! Wait up!

Come on, Les. You wanna shine my shoes?

Come on, Spot Conlon's territory.

Come on!

Come on! Run!

Come with us, Cowboy. We're gonna go fix your pal Davey.

Convicted thief.

Could he drop me at the train yards?

Cowboy, you miss the joint?

Crutchy, Jack.

CRUTCHY: Teddy Roosevelt.

CRUTCHY: This is wonderful! Hey, Jack, how you doin'?

David,

David, it's time to come in now.

DAVID: Get outta here now!

DAVID: I'll get the knife.

DAVID: I've never been to Brooklyn, have you?

DAVID: Les, get outta here, go!

DAVID: So is Spot Conlon really dangerous?

David?

Dear me, what have we here?

DENTON: We need a printing press.

DENTON: What is this strike? What's going on?

DENTON: Where do we start?

Did ya hear that, Jack? Ten cents a 100.

Did you mean what you wrote here?

Did you sleep out there all night?

Disgraceful, Denty! Those poor boys!

Do we think street rats like us can make any difference?

Does it scare ya? You're goin'up against the most powerful man in New York City.

Don't worry about it, me and Dave can carry you out.

Don't worry. He's got no place to go.

Done thinkin' yet?

Double down, boys, double down.

Echoed with the voices of newsies...

Escaped criminal?

Esther, maybe David's partner would like to join us for dinner?

ESTHER: A piece for David.

ESTHER: And what is this, David?

Every day you're losing thousands of dollars...

Everybody, what are ya doin'?

Everybody. We have to talk.

Excuse me, aren't you Warden Snyder?

Excuse me. Can I help you?

Excuse me. Maybe I'm talkin' too much.

Extra, extra! "Ellis Island in flames!"

Extra! Extra!

Extra! Extra! "Trolley strike drags on!"

Extra! Extra! Thank you, sir.

Extry! Extry!

Extry! Extry! Joe!

Fellas, fellas. Blink.

Five to one the cowboy skunks 'em. Who's bettin'?

Followed by an additional six months for attempted escape.

For my own good and what he kicks back to you.

For the first time in my life I got money in my pockets. Real money!

For Third Week."

Francis Sullivan,

Free!

Fugitive from one of your prisons.

Gently, Dave, gently.

Get back!

Get down.

Get him inside.

Get outta here! Go!

Get over here!

Get ready for work!

Get up, boy. Come on, come on.

Get up. When you get up, you have to get up!

Give him whatever means he requires. I want this nonsense done with.

Give me your answer in the morning.

Give to the newsie strike fund, mister?

Go back to the Refuge tonight. Think about it.

Go get the cake your mother's hiding in the cabinet.

Go on, tell him.

Go right ahead.

Go tell him, Jack!

Go up on the roof.

Go up there. All right, no, go here.

Goin' somewhere, Kelly?

Good bye, Mr. Snyder.

Good, 'cause I made you breakfast.

Good, very good, sir.

Got a problem?

Great view and cool air.

Guess what I done to his sauerkraut, huh?

Gumdrops, gumdrops. Licorice whips.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Hangin' on your every word.

Happy birthday, Papa.

Has something more important to do.

Have another big rally and get the word out to all the sweatshop kids?

He can't do that no matter what it costs. Am I right, Joe?

He come stormin' into the Refuge wavin' his walkin' stick like a sword.

He looks just like his self.

He said beat it.

He was concerned about us bein' serious.

He's a tightwad, that's why.

He's an escapee from The House of Refuge...

He's been living at large under the alias of Jack Kelly.

He's foolin' 'em so he can spy on 'em or something.

He's got no union to protect him.

He's here.

He's just a child. Why don't you pick on someone your own size?

He's no good to them anymore so they fired him.

Headlines don't sell papes. Newsies sell papes.

Hello, newsies! What's new?

Hey,

Hey, Boots, how's it rollin'?

Hey, cheese it!

Hey, cheese it! Cheese it, it's the Bulls!

Hey, come here! Sullivan, I gotcha!

Hey, Cowboy, nice shiner.

Hey, Cowboy. Hey, Cowboy, you dreamin' about sellin' papers?

Hey, Crutchy.

Hey, Davey, they still talk about how Jack rode outta here on that coach.

Hey, David.

Hey, Denton, I guess we made all the papes this time.

Hey, fellas, they're over here.

Hey, fellas!

Hey, guys, don't. Hey, what ya doin'?

Hey, hey, big time.

Hey, hey, hey. Break it up.

Hey, hey, you got your papes. Now beat it.

Hey, I give up. All right, I give up.

Hey, I got a couple of real good shooters here.

Hey, Jack, when I walk, does it look like I'm fakin' it?

Hey, kid, can you read? Read that.

Hey, listen, Pulitzer and Hearst have to respect...

Hey, Mr. Denton!

Hey, no drinkin'on the job. It's bad for business.

Hey, Spot!

Hey, that's Jack.

Hey, what is this?

Hey, you guys, to our man Denton.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! It's the Bulls!

Heya, Mr. Snyder, how was your supper?

Heya, Mr. Weisel.

His mother's deceased, his father's a convict.

Hiya, boys.

Hiya, Jackie Boy.

Hiya, Weasel.

Hold it right there.

How can I be sure the Delanceys stink?

How can you be sure they sent Crutchy here?

How do I know you got what it takes to win?

How do I know you punks won't run the first time some goon comes at you?

How you doin', Jack?

Huh, huh?

Huh?

Hurry up! Get the lead outta your pants.

Hurry up.

Hurry! Go, go, go!

Hurry.

I asked Jack how he slept and he said, "On me back, Mush."

I believe you know him because you... appointed him.

I bet it was the mayor, right?

I can get outta here and go to Santa Fe.

I can't afford to be a kid no more, Dave.

I could see you released tomorrow free and clear...

I definitely think we should forget about it for a little while.

I do now.

I don't believe it.

I don't do nuttin' the guys who write it don't do.

I don't take charity from anybody, I don't even know you, I don't care to.

I don't think they're just going to go away, Chief.

I don't understand you.

I don't want nobody carryin' me.

I don't want your papes.

I don't write anything I don't mean.

I fear the sewer may have backed up during the night.

I figure we can peddle a thousand a week,

I fine each of you $5.00,

I gave you the chance to be free. I don't understand.

I got more on the way and as soon as I collect, I'm gone, all right?

I got my own place.

I gotta find a new sellin' spot where they ain't used to seeing me.

I have reason to believe that he is an escaped prisoner, possibly dangerous.

I have several proposals. First,

I have the power to see that you stay locked in the Refuge.

I have to have a paper to write for.

I heard about your wonderful work with the children.

I heard of that too. I don't just sell your papers, Joe, sometimes I read 'em.

I just gotta make sure you stay there.

I just hope I get to thank him for it some day.

I know we need to make more money. That's why we're here.

I like it. Yeah.

I mean, he's gonna be an ace war correspondent.

I mean, there's nothin' for me to stay for, is there?

I must have you scared pretty bad, old man.

I need some of those, uh, what do you call 'em?

I never heard of him, honest.

I offer you freedom and money just to work for me again.

I paid for 20 and I only got 19.

I promised that if you defied me, I would break you.

I said don't rip it.

I said you might need a lift somewhere. He's glad to oblige.

I say that what you say...

I sent for the police. They must be here by now.

I should...

I spent a month there one night.

I tell this city how to think.

I tell this city how to vote.

I thought you'd feel this way, Governor.

I told ya a million times, the name is Weisel,

I told ya, I told ya!

I wanna know everything that's going on.

I wanna know how I can get more of it...

I want an example made.

I want this rabble he's roused to see what happens...

I want you to read it, at least.

I was in a war!

I was starvin' so I stole some food.

I wondered if I might get an interview.

I would be blackballed from every paper in the country.

I... shape its future.

I'd be honored.

I'd like you to know that when you were taking a nap this afternoon...

I'll be back sleepin' on the streets.

I'll fight to that.

I'll keep that promise, boy.

I'll meet you guys at the square.

I'll murder ya!

I'll pay the fines,

I'm a newspaperman.

I'm comin'.

I'm having a few friends for cards tonight,

I'm just sayin', um...

I'm just thinking about one future and that's mine.

I'm not goin' back to jail, Joe.

I'm not running any further.

I'm not sayin' it should matter to you.

I'm perusin' the merchandise, Mr. Weasel.

I'm savin' it.

I'm with "The New York Sun." I'm Bryan Denton.

I've had enough birthdays. This is a celebration.

If it's not in the papers, it never happened.

If Joe gives in to nobodies like us,

If this boy is a fugitive,

If we don't sell papes, then nobody sells papes.

If we don't stick together, can't trust each other, then we're nothin'.

If we get violent, it's playin' into their hands.

If we stick together like the trolley workers, they can't break us up.

If Weasel catches us, we're all in the slam.

If you do this, every newsie we've got will head for Hearst.

If you got half of one, you'll listen.

If you raised it to, what?

In the back, you lousy shrimp.

In the hope that we may yet guide him to a useful and productive life.

Incentive, make them work harder, sell more papers.

Is a fool.

Is he a friend of yours?

Is he a newsie or what? Hey, hey, hey.

Is it all right if we stay here for a while?

Is what I say.

It ain't fair. We got no rights at all.

It ain't lyin'. It's improvin' the truth a little.

It definitely adds up, sir.

It don't make no sense, all the money Pulitzer's makin'. Why would he gouge us?

It must be the Delancey brudders.

It was great. She is beautiful.

It will end, boy, make no mistake, without you.

It's a nice day.

It's a rigged deck. They got all the marbles.

It's about time, South, where you been?

It's all bigger.

It's an honest mistake.

It's awful, everyone's calling. Mr. Hearst, Mr. Benton...

It's bad enough we gotta eat what we don't sell.

It's been nice chattin' with you, Joe, but I gotta be going now.

It's Denton's article.

It's gettin' late. My parents are gonna be worried.

It's going to be awfully rough on those children.

It's got a mind of its own.

It's gotta be at least 50/50.

It's Jack.

It's just me. I gotta look out for myself.

It's just the way things work.

It's just what the big shots wanna see.

It's just, there's so many fake crips on the street today,

It's like the end of the world. Oh, dear, I didn't say that.

It's nice of Mr. Pulitzer to let us use his press.

It's no game I'm playing.

It's only the beginning. The longer I work, the more money I'll make.

It's Snyder... right there.

It's the biggest one. Oh, Mr. Snyder was eating good tonight.

It's the same sun as here.

It's the trolley strike, Dave, these dumbasses must not have joined.

It's this brain. It's always makin' mistakes.

It's very fair.

Jack Kelly, my parents.

Jack, come on!

Jack, I was joking. We can't strike, we don't have a union.

Jack, Jack! It's the Bulls! It's the Bulls, let me down!

Jack, let's get outta here.

Jack, look at me, will ya? Come on, it's me, Mush.

Jack, so where's Spot?

Jack, why don't we go back to my place and divvy up?

Jack, why don't you stay here tonight?

Jack, you ought to have seen it.

JACK: Hurry up, c'mon. C'mon, hurry up.

JACK: I gotta say from what I saw today,

JACK: It ain't about the money, Dave.

JACK: We beat 'em!

Jack!

Jack! Boys! Freeze!

Jackie Boy's newsies is playin' like they're goin' on strike.

Judge E.A. Monahan presiding.

Judge Monahan, I'll speak for this young man.

Just 'til the problem outside goes away.

Just give me the means and I'll take care of them for ya.

Just move it along, Warden Snyder.

Just shut your mouth and listen to me.

Just tell him Jack Kelly's here to see him now."

Just the newsies, sir. I'll go have them quieted.

Just to beat us out of one lousy tenth of a cent.

Keep talkin', Jack. Tell us what to do.

Kelly, Jack Kelly.

KLOPPMAN: I better look in my files.

Know how to read?

Know what I was doing when I was your age, boy?

Lads, whatever you'd like.

LADY: What is going on there?

Last year I covered the war in Cuba.

Leave him alone!

Leave my sister alone!

Les,

LES: ♫ Come back my lovey dovey baby ♪

LES: All this for one sip of beer?

LES: Run, get outta here! Don't come back.

Les!

Let go of me! Stop it!

Let him think!

Let me get that correct. "Snider" as in snide?

Let's go! Let's go!

Let's soak 'em for Crutchy.

Like this.

Like you said, I still got things to do.

Listen, Dave's right.

Listen, do me a favor, spot me 50 papes, huh?

Listen, I don't need you, pal.

Listen, one thing for sure,

Look at him in his little suit. Ya bum! I'll soak ya!

Look at me, I'm tremblin'.

Look at me! What're you doing?

Look at this: "Baby Born With Two Heads." Must be from Brooklyn.

Look at this. He slept through it.

Look out here. Right out here is right where your power ends!

Look out!

Look. I snitched it off of Snyder's plate when I was serving him.

Looks like old man Pulitzer never threw anything away.

MAN: All rise. All rise. Court is now in session.

MAN: Come here, ya... Come on!

MAN: Miss Medda Larkson.

MAN: Oh, well, about ready to wrap up for the night.

MAN: Stop, you! Stop, I say!

MAN: The news is slow, Mr. Pulitzer.

Maybe if we got every newsie in New York, but...

Maybe it's only gonna get tougher from now on.

Maybe the kid'll soften him up a bit.

Maybe we ought to ease off a little.

Maybe we're movin' too soon, maybe we ain't ready.

Maybe, maybe you'd like a new suit of your own, huh?

MAYER: I'll make them.

Mayer.

MAYOR: Of course, the city is very concerned...

Medda, thanks. I gotta run.

MEDDA: Racetrack!

Mine told me not to starve, so we both got an education.

Miss Medda Larkson, the Swedish meadowlark.

Mmm. Well, no no no no no.

Money. You understand?

More when the headlines are good.

Morris, he can't count to 20 with his shoes on.

Move along, boy.

Move it, move it! Move it!

Mr. Gammon owns, what? "The New York Sun."

Mr. Pulitzer, sir.

Mr. Weasel.

Mr. Weisel to you.

My home, sweet home.

My paper's the only one printin' any strike news so far.

Near ten, that's no good. If anyone asks, say you're seven.

Never fear, Brooklyn is here.

Never heard of him.

Never mind the newsies. [Chuckling]

Never, d'ya hear?

Newspaper friends, Willie Hearst, Gordon Bennett.

Next!

Next.

No one sees Mr. Pulitzer." Real hoity toity, you know.

No respect for nothin' including ourselves.

No, I just want my paper.

No, it's 19, Weasel. But don't worry about it.

No, Jack, it's over.

No, smart.

No, Teddy Roosevelt. You ever heard of him?

No, thanks.

No, we're just a bunch of angry kids with no money.

No!

No!

No!

No! For God's sake!

No! That's what they want us to do.

No? Ah, tsk, tsk.

No. Good, good.

Nobody ain't gonna listen to us, unless we make 'em.

Nobody comes through those gates 'til they put the price back where it was.

Nobody told the horse.

Nonsense, nonsense. It'll be good for them.

Not anymore. Not from the likes of him.

Not customer price, the price to the distribution apparatus.

Not even "The Sun."

Not quietly. Not quietly!

Now if we do it, Hearst and I, if we do it,

Now they jacked up the price! Can you believe that?

Now who defied it?

Now your partner, what's his name, David? I understand he has a family.

Now, Jack, just don't...

Oh boy, how?

Oh, are you all right?

Oh, aren't you the cutest fellow that ever was.

Oh, I miss seeing you up in the balcony.

Oh, Jack! Jack, it's a trick!

Oh, Kelly!

Oh, sure, stay as long as you like.

Oh, then Hearst undersells me and I'm in the poorhouse.

Oh, this way, please.

Oh, yeah, run, Davey.

Oh, yeah, this kid is really good.

Oh, yeah, yeah?

Oh, yeah. Not like last time.

Oh, you are good.

Oh, you want to talk to him. Come on, sure.

Oh!

Oh! Dangerous?

Okay, jump.

On every corner, you saw 'em carryin' the banner,

On the grounds of Brooklyn, Your Honor.

On what grounds?

One trick, Cowboy, and it's right back to the Refuge.

One voice that becomes a hundred,

Oooh!

Or two weeks'confinement in The House of Refuge.

Or um, let's see, "love nest" or "nude."

Oscar and Morris kinda worked me over a little.

Our visitor.

Out, out, out, out!

Owww!

Owww!

Papa's so proud of you and David.

Pay the clerk. Move it along.

Pay the clerk. Move it along.

Peddling the newspapers of Joseph Pulitzer, William Randolph Hearst...

People think that wars are about right or wrong.

Perhaps you'll join us.

Pipe down, it's just a gag.

Please.

Poor orphans and runaways,

Potatoes, olives, even bacon, sauerkraut.

Power of the press is the greatest power of them all.

Psst, Jack.

Pulitzer and Hearst and all them rich fellas,

PULITZER: Go home to your mothers and fathers!

PULITZER: I ordered a printing ban on all strike matters.

PULITZER: Shut the windows! Close the windows!

Push me.

Putting me in jail is not gonna stop them.

Racetrack, watch him.

RACETRACK: Come on, get the lead out of your pants.

RACETRACK: Come on, you grafters, cross the line.

RACETRACK: Oh, you mean Jack Kelly!

RACETRACK: They can do whatever they want, it's their stinkin'paper.

RACETRACK: You ain't seein'things. That's Jack.

Read all about it.

Read that, all right?

Remember Crutchy?

Remember me and Teddy Roosevelt and the carriage?

Remember... one trick and I go straight to Mr. Pulitzer.

Right hook. Hey, come on.

Right, Denton?

Runnin'!

Salary cuts, particularly those at the top.

Sarah, I'm just not used to havin'...

SARAH: I got the plates.

SARAH: Stop it!

SARAH: Stop it! Leave him alone!

Sarah.

See you tomorrow.

Seize the day, huh, Jack?

Sell the pape! Sell the pape!

Sell the papers. What are you doin'? Sell the papers.

Send 'em in, Seitz. Send 'em in.

Seven days a week. [Adding Machine Sounds]

SEVERAL BOYS: Nah! Bum odds.

Share what you got in common.

Show's over, Cowboy.

Sit!

Sleep well, Cowboy?

Sleeper!

Smile, sir.

Snipeshooter, go with 'em.

Snitch. Get up. C'mon, everybody's sleepin'.

Snyder makes sure he gets sent here so he can rehabilitate him.

So am I, boy.

So happens I know a guy with a printing press.

So here's how it is. If we don't act together, we're nothin'.

So how come you brought the rope?

So how did your pop get hurt?

So how's the headline today?

So I just wanna say,

So let me spell it out for ya.

So my name's really gonna be in the papers?

So ordered!

So this is why you didn't escape last night.

So this real snooty mug says, "You can't see Mr. Pulitzer.

So we gotta stay in the papes.

So we should do somethin' that's so big...

So we've been talkin' to other newsies all around the city.

So what do you say, Spot?

So what, you get your picture in the papes? What's that get ya?

So when's the others comin', kid?

So with my experience and their hard work,

So, did ya miss me, Weasel? Did ya? Did ya miss me?

So, here are your papes.

So, here it is, The Refuge.

So, I'll consider that an investment. We sell together, we split...

So, is the newsies' strike important? It depends on you.

So, maybe we get a good headline tomorrow.

So, yes, I meant it.

So'd I spell it right, Kloppman?

Soak 'em!

Sometimes all it takes is a voice.

Speaking as one professional to another, I'd say you've got a great future.

Spot Conlon makes us a little nervous.

Stay back!

Stop "The World." No more papes.

Stop and think about this, Jack!

Stop that infernal noise! Go home!

Stop, you're hurting him. No! Leave him alone!

Story I wrote about the rally.

Strike! Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!

Sullivan!

Take this. Read these.

Talk about the...coming election.

Tell 'em that they can't treat us like we don't exist.

Tell me I'm just seein' things. Just tell me I'm seein' things.

Terrified flight from inferno!

Thank you.

Thank you. Much obliged to you.

Thanks again.

Thanks for teachin' me about it.

Thanks for the advice, Governor.

Thanks for what you've done, but you get outta here.

Thanks, Davey.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Thanks. Another 50 for my friend here.

That ain't good enough, Jackie Boy.

That and a lot of other things, including Jack Kelly, which is what my mudder called me.

That means we got the power.

That multiplied by 40,000 papers a day. [Making Adding Machine Sounds]

That Spot Conlon is the most respected and famous newsie in all of New York.

That this event doesn't get out of hand, but...

That was a very important story.

That we're street trash, street rats with no brains,

That worked good. What else?

That's a good idea. Any newsie don't join,

That's all Mr. William Randolph Hearst has too.

That's for your birthday tomorrow.

That's good 'cause we don't need you.

That's good. That's good.

That's how he stole him from us. It's not the headlines, Chief.

That's how I made the quarter. The guy bet me I wouldn't drink some.

That's not good to do that, not healthy.

That's right, it's an insult. So's this.

That's Santa Fe, New Mexico.

That's the power of the press, Joe.

That's unusual name for these parts.

That's what you always say.

That's where we saw Crutchy.

The choice has gotta be yours.

The city thrives on child labor.

The city's at a standstill and they all blame the chief.

The factory. It was an accident.

The first thing you do in jail, make friends with the rats.

The governor's very grateful you brought this problem to his attention.

The guy chasing me is Snyder. He's the warden.

The guy gave me a quarter!

The ink is wet. The presses are rollin'!

The more kids in The Refuge, the more money the city sends to take care of'em,

The more Snyder sticks in his pocket.

The name of the game is volume, Dave.

The newsies were a ragged army without a leader.

The newsies, who were the..."

The other papers are gonna feel stupid if they ignore us.

The owner thinks I should only cover the really important stories.

The owners decreed that it not be in the papers, therefore...

The Refuge is this jail for kids.

The rights of the workin' boys of New York.

The strike leader who occasionally takes his meals with us.

The trolley strike's all we got.

The walking mouth.

Them words there, they all about us?

Then the other papers will do it.

Then we need to make more profits.

Then you are going back to school like you promised.

Then you go wherever you want to buy a ticket for.

There he goes!

There's a lot of people out there! They ain't gonna go away!

There's a lot of us and we ain't goin' away.

There's lots of money down there in those streets, gentlemen.

There's not much chance of that...

There's one way to find out.

These circulation wars are cutting into our profits...

They ain't comin'. Ain't gonna be nobody but us.

They can't do this to me, Jack.

They can't get away with this.

They don't always fire you, David.

They got voices now and they're gonna be listened to.

They hurt ya?

They jacked up the price.

They own this city.

They should see justice in action.

They sleep, sleep. They sleep their life away, these kids.

They want me to leave right away.

They'll look on it... as a challenge.

They're chirpin' in my ear.

They're gonna be playing with my hands.

They're not. They're about power.

They're over here.

They're terrified that the newsies strike will spread.

They're waitin' to see what Spot Conlon does. You're the key.

Things from Harlem, Queens.

This ain't happening! What are you doin', Jack?

This ain't what they say, it's what we say.

This big shot gave me a ride out in his carriage.

This boy's real name is Francis Sullivan.

This is a new member of our little group, Mr. Gammon.

This is going to heal. They'll give me back my job.

This is my pal, David,

This is one strike leader who's gonna be very happy when it's all over.

This is our selling partner and our friend,

This is the, uh,

This'll bust me. I'm barely makin' a living right now.

Those kids put out a pretty good paper there, Chief.

Thousands flee in panic!

Thousands of lives at stake! Thank you.

To increase the paper's price.

To those who would dare to... [Growl]

To your friends, I won't be so kind!

Toby, give my guests whatever they want.

TOGETHER: Yeah!

Uh uh. Lift one finger, it's back to the Refuge.

Uh, Mr. Warden Snyder, sir, I was thinking.

Uh, remember what I told ya, Mr. Snyder.

Unless it's silenced.

Unless you're referring to the family resemblance in your brudder here.

Until now.

Until one day, all that changed.

Very good. That's very good.

Very well, my next proposal.

Victory means everything. When I created "The World"...

Wait 'til I get you back to The Refuge!

Wait!

We bust their heads like the trolley workers.

We can't just charge in and break it up, Mr. Pulitzer.

We could move a thousand papes a week.

We don't even got five cents.

We don't need you!

We get Jack out of the Refuge tonight.

We got a big one, fellas.

We got no choice. Let's get our lousy papes while they still got some.

We got the best part of your family right here.

We gotta get word out to all the newsies in New York.

We gotta move fast.

We gotta stick together.

We hold this town together. Without newsies, nobody knows nuttin'.

We often see eye to eye on certain things.

We tell 'em they gotta join us. Isn't that a good idea?

We was beat when we was born.

We'll be unstoppable. You gotta join us because... Well, you gotta.

We'll do better than that. We'll make our own paper.

We'll fight until doomsday if it means we get a fair shake.

We'll get a new headline writer, sir.

We'll make it the biggest, loudest, noisiest blowout this town's ever seen.

We'll send a message to the big boys.

We'll steal Hearst's man. Offer him double.

We're bringing our demands to Pulitzer.

We're gonna need the newsies to circulate.

We're gonna strike! We're gonna strike!

We're union now, the newsboys union. Start acting like a union.

We're with you, Jack.

We've been waiting dinner for you. Where have you been?

We've come a long way, but we ain't there yet.

WEASEL: All right, get outta here.

WEASEL: Are you accusing me of lying, kid?

WEASEL: Come on, buy your papes! What's goin'on here?

WEASEL: Come on, it's a beautiful day!

WEASEL: Excuse me, excuse me.

WEASEL: Hey! "World" employees only on this side of the gate!

WEASEL: Move along, gentlemen, move along.

WEASEL: What's he doin'? What are you starin'at!

Well then, I oughta be saying good night.

Well, come on in. I was just packing a few things.

Well, half of it's Jack's.

Well, I didn't want to disturb nobody.

Well, I guess I can't be something I ain't.

Well, if it ain't Jack Be Nimble, Jack Be Quick.

Well, we only used the best, Joe.

Well, we started the strike, but we can't do it alone.

Well, what have we here?

Well, you owe me two bits, right?

Well, you're right, Jack. Brains.

What about Brooklyn? Who wants Brooklyn?

What about your family? What happens to them if you go in jail?

What are we supposed to do to the bums, kiss 'em?

What are ya hangin' around here for?

What are you lookin'at?

What are you talkin' about, huh?

What do the newsies pay now, 50 cents per 100 papers?

What do you mean? It never happened? You were there!

What do you say, Ten Pin? You got a new guy, Crutchy?

What do you say?

What do you think the Refuge will do to him?

What do you think you're doing?

What if somebody called a cop on you?

What is that deafening noise?

What is that unpleasant aroma?

What is this, some kind of walkin' mouth?

What is this?

What you got there, Jack?

What? You couldn't stay away?

What'd they say, huh? What'd they say?

What's the matter?

What's to stop someone else from sellin' our papes?

Where his sentence for three months was extended to six months...

Where is he?

Where they takin' him, Dave?

Where was I?

Where you been, kid?

Where's little Davey?

Where's me picture? Where's me picture?

Whether I stay or go matter to anybody.

Who does he think he is, anyway?

Who is he, why was he chasing you and what is this "refuge"?

Who said anything about partners?

Who says, "Stop soaking the scabs."

Who we kiddin' here? Spot was right. Is it just a game to you?

Whoa, boy.

Whoa, whoa, boy.

Whoa!

Whoa! Crutchy! Scram! Scram!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo! Check it!

Whose press did you use to print this? Whose?

Why can't we spread the strike?

Why didn't you wake us up?

Why don't you add a little more water to the soup?

Why don't you ask Mr. Pulitzer?

Why?

With money to spend and nobody chasing you.

With more money in your pockets than you could earn in... three lifetimes.

With this kid's puss and my God given talent,

Without Spot and the others, there's not enough of us.

Would the fact that this rally is organized by an escaped criminal...

Yeah, but if we go on strike, then we are a union, right?

Yeah, come on, Dave, tell us what to do.

Yeah, he was here.

Yeah, he's spyin' on 'em, kid.

Yeah, if that's what you want.

Yeah, it is. But what do we know about printing a newspaper?

Yeah, it's a mouth, a mouth with a brain.

Yeah, just looks different.

Yeah, so they told me. But what did they tell you?

Yeah, that's it. He's foolin' 'em.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah? Well, right now...

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yep, well, wish me luck, fellas,

Yes.

You all right? Come on.

You better run, Cowboy. We're gonna tell Uncle Weas.

You can meet my folks.

You can't rush everybody into this.

You did good.

You do not penny pinch when you're in a war, Seitz.

You don't know Hearst like I do.

You don't know nothin' about jail.

You got no brains! We're starting to fight each other,

You gotta show me.

You guys, you gotta be "am bastards" and go tell the others we're on strike.

You have a boy who calls himself Jack Kelly?

You have a famous friend, this Jack. Do you know where he lives?

You know the boys, Mayor. This is Mr. Bennett of “The Tribune."

You know Warden Snyder, don't you, Mayor?

You know, the desert and the sky and the sun.

You know, the stuff that we don't never get.

You lied about everything.

You lied about your father being out west.

You listen to me, boy.

You made all of this selling newspapers?

You make me sick!

You moved up in the world, Spot, got a river view and everything.

You only took 20 papes. Why?

You only work until I go back to the factory.

You saw what happened to those trolley workers.

You see, I ain't got nobody tucking me in at night like you.

You seem like the kid in charge. What's your name?

You should hear him talking about Jack Kelly,

You should see Santa Fe. Everything's different there.

You shouldn't be callin' people lousy shrimps, Oscar,

You shut up and listen to me for once!

You start in the back like I told ya? Okay, show me again.

You stupid ape.

You talk about self interest, but since the strike...

You tell us what to do, Dave.

You two know each other. Ain't that nice!

You won't be seein' much of him anymore.

You work for me until the strike is over.

You wouldn't kick me out without a kiss good bye, would you, Medda?

You're as good as dead, Cowboy.

You're famous, you get anything you want.

You're gettin' the chance of a lifetime here, Davey.

You're in the papes! You're famous.

You're just makin' up things, all these headlines.

You're late, boys.

You've been in a bad mood all day.

YOUNG MAN: In 1899, the streets of New York City...

Younger sells more papes, Les.

Your boys are a couple of born newsies.

Your circulation has been down 70%.

Your Honor, how 'bout I roll you for it? Double or nothing.

Your Honor, I would've caught him before now, but...

20 papes. Next.

30 papes. Next.

50 papes. Next!

50 papes. Next.

50.

70/30, plus you get the benefit...

"Velcome," gentlemen. Medda also owns the joint.

[BELL RINGING] Anybody hear that?

[CHATTERING] Get your papes here!

[CHEERING] Oh, Medda!

[CHEERING] That's right!

[RINGING] WEASEL: All right, all right! Hold your horses.

[WHISTLE] Come on, Les. Come on!

♫ And I can't stand blood ♪ ♫ And "The World" will know ♪

♫ And I'm off ♪ ♫ And I'm off ♪

♫ And their name is mud ♪ ♫ And the strike is on ♪

♫ Blowin' every nickel as it comes ♪ ♫ I'm no snoozer ♪

♫ Can we do it ♪ Yeah!

♫ Carrying the banner tough and tall ♪ Thank you.

♫ Carrying the banner with me chums ♪ ♫ A mighty fine life ♪

♫ Darling ♪ ♫ Something to wake me up ♪

♫ Do they got us ♪ TOGETHER: No!

♫ God save ♪ ♫ God help me if it's not ♪

♫ I am undone ♪ ♫ I gotta sell more papes ♪

♫ I put on my best ♪ ♫ I put on my best ♪

♫ I smell money ♪ ♫ You smell foul ♪

♫ I'm the king of New York ♪ ♫ He's the king of New York ♪

♫ It's a fine life carrying the banner ♪ ♫ Go get 'em, Cowboy ♪

♫ It's a fine life carrying the banner ♪ ♫ You've got 'em, Cowboy ♪

♫ Loves you ♪ ♫ Sure hope the headline's hot ♪

♫ Mother ♪ ♫ Wish I could catch a break ♪

♫ My son ♪ ♫ If I hate the headline I'll make up a headline ♪

♫ Our man Denton ♪ ♫ Makin' the headline out of a hunch ♪

♫ Patrick ♪ ♫Just give me half a cup ♪

♫ Protectin' the weak ♪ ♫ And payin' for lunch ♪

♫ Since you left me ♪ ♫ I gotta find an angle ♪

♫ That's my cigar ♪ ♫ You'll steal anudder ♪

♫ When I'm at bat strong men crumble ♪ ♫ Proud yet humble ♪

♫ Who can hear a lousy ♪ Look!

♫ Will we hear it ♪ Naw.

♫ Will we hear it ♪ No!

♫ Will we hear it ♪ No!

♫ Will we hear it ♪ TOGETHER: No!

♫ Yes, I stick out my chest ♪ ♫ I stick out my chest ♪

♫It's a fine life carrying the banner ♪ ♫ Go get 'em, Cowboy ♪

♫It's a fine life carrying the banner ♪ ♫ Go get 'em, Cowboy ♪

20 papes, please. Next.

20 papes. Thanks.

30 papes, please. Yes, sir.

60/40 or I forget the whole thing. That's fair.

A golden opportunity. That's fair, David.

A special gift to a special new employee. He sold us out.

All right! Atta boy!

All right. All right.

All right. JACK: Pie Eater, Snotty, East Side.

Ambassadors? Yeah.

And I have the power to break out again. Or...

and start listenin' to my pal, David, Yeah!

And this is the greatest star of the vaudeville stage today, No.

Any objections? Not as long as you get it right.

Anything good this mornin'? You wanna sit down?

Are we really an important story? Well, what's important?

Are you hungry? Yeah.

Aren't you going to stop them, sir? Move along, mister.

Arrest him at the rally. By the way, Mayor,

Bad headline. That's the first thing you gotta learn.

Better than yesterday's. You're too kind to me.

Big conflagration! Hey, what?

Brooklyn! Brooklyn!

Can I have a little more? Yes.

Can't get any worse! What's it gonna take to stop the wagons? Are we ready?

Carryin' the banner. Carryin' the banner.

Cheese it! Race, please help me. All right, I ain't deaf.

Chief... Shut your mouth, Seitz!

Come on, Jack. Have hope, Jack.

Come on, keep running! You shouldn't have done this, Dave.

Cowboy, look out! Where'd Cowboy go?

Cowboy, they call him Cowboy. Yeah.

Creating "The World," Chief. Mmm.

Dave. Is that Dave? Dave, how ya doin'?

David. David, as in David and Goliath?

Don't wanna. What's the matter with you? With me?

Every newsie wants more papes. I don't.

Fellas, you all right? It's David.

Fix him so he can't walk. Shut up!

for disruptive behavior. Like demanding we eat the food you steal from us.

Freeze! All right, guys.

From now on, we trust no one but the newsies. Yeah!

Get off my back. Hey, go away from me. Come on!

Get up! SARAH: Les!

Go home! Go home! I don't hear you, Joe!

Go home! You listen to me! I can't hear ya!

Gonna be another late one. Yes, I know.

Good mornin'. Good mornin' to ya.

He called you Sullivan. Yeah, my name's Jack Kelly. You think I'm lyin'?

He don't make me nervous. You and me, Boots, we'll go. All right.

He just came back from Europe. Welcome home.

He said five bucks. Whoa. Hey, we ain't got five bucks.

Headlines don't sell papes. Newsies sell papes. Newsies, right!

Hello. That's my sister, Sarah.

Help Sarah. SARAH: Run, Davey!

Hey hey hey hey! I'm gonna crack your dome!

Hey, Crutchy! Hey, guys!

Hey, Crutchy. Hiya, Jack.

Hey, fellas! This is it! Hey, Denton.

Hey, hey, hey. [MUMBLING]

Hey, meeting in the square. Support the newsies.

Hey, Race, come here. What?

Hey, Race. Hey, Jack.

Hey, thanks. Hey, Crutchy.

Hey! Heya, fellas, how ya doin'?

How do you know her? She's a friend of my father's.

How many? Don't rush me.

How was your day at the track? Remember that hot tip?

How'd my picture look? None of the papers covered the rally,

How's your little brother, tootsie? [LAUGHING]

I didn't do it. What do you mean?

I don't understand. I don't understand either, but just get outta here!

I don't want another 50. Sure you do.

I got a hot tip on the fourth. You won't waste your money. It's a sure thing?

I got the bowery. I'll take the Bronx. Come on.

I want some answers. Shh.

I wish to see him. Jack Kelly? Jack... Never heard of him.

I'll give 'em a message. Yeah.

I'll take, uh, 50. 50 papes!

I'm not in a bad mood! Glum and dumb! What's the matter?

If he's the best, then how come he needs me? Oooh!

If we're gonna be partners, we want to be the best... Wait, wait!

It's heartbreakin', go get 'em. My father taught us not to lie.

It's Jack! Shh, shh.

It's Snyder. What?

Jack, I'll take Harlem. I got midtown.

JACK: He's right behind us. Move!

Jack! Hi, David.

Jack! Jack! [WHISTLES]

Let's go! No, no, no! You don't have to run.

Let's have some ideas. We gotta show people where we stand.

Look at Spot! Good bye, Spot!

Look at that! Let's go. Strike him.

Look at you, Jack, you look like a general. Get your fingers off.

Look at yourself, huh? I trusted you.

MAN: Out! So's your old lady!

Maybe you should listen to me for a change. No, you listen to me!

Me to Pulitzer? You're the leader, Jack.

Move along, move along. DENTON: Your Honor,

Move! Hey, boy, come back!

Mr. Taylor of “The Times." Nice to see you.

My God, what happened? Nothin',Mama. He's just sleepin'.

Never! Get outta here! Off with him.

Next! 20 papes, please.

Next. Morning, Your Honor.

No pictures. Sure.

No, no. This should cover it. Thanks.

No, you should listen! Shut the window and shut up!

No! Go!

No! What are we gonna do about it?

No! Nobody's goin' anywhere! We gotta eat, Jack!

No. Who says you're fakin' it? I don't know.

not even break a sweat. That many?

Nothing, but our man, Denton... But I think our man, Denton,

Of course, you know Mr. Hearst. Of course.

of observing me, no charge. Ah ha!

Oh yes, you are. [COUGHING]

Oh, do you? Yeah, without Brooklyn...

Oh, gee. Skittery. Skittery. Skittery!

Oh, no kiddin'. How old are you, Les? Near ten.

Oh! TOGETHER: To our man Denton!

One hundred papes. All right, Davey.

Pulitzer and Hearst have to respect our rights. All right.

Pulitzer and Hearst think we're nothin'. Are we nothin'? No!

Quick, give me some more of those papes. Wait, hold it.

Race, will you spot me two bits? Here.

Real hoity toity. I said, "I ain't transactin' business with office boys.

Right, Dave? Sure, as soon as you take our demands to Pulitzer.

Right, food. Yeah, food.

Say good bye, Warden. Bye!

Shh! Listen, go get your stuff.

Sixty cents? A mere tenth of a cent per paper.

So it's a deal? Wait, hold it!

So what's it get ya? Another three months.

So why the jack up, Weasel? Why not?

So you liked that? Oh, I loved that.

So, how'd you sleep, Jack? On me back, Mush.

So, Jackie Boy, I've been hearin' things from little birds. Yeah?

So, Medda, this is David and Les. Hello.

So, what do you say, Les? You wanna sell papes for me? Yeah!

Stop where you are. Hey, come back!

Strike! Yeah, let's do it!

Teddy Roosevelt's, right? You already heard the story.

Tell 'em, Jack! So, what's it gonna be?

Tell Pulitzer he needs an appointment with me! Yeah!

Thank you. Here's your knife.

Thanks for bailing us out. My pleasure.

That'll move things along considerably. Your Honor, I object.

That's right. Hey, fellas. Look at that angel.

That's what's so great about New York! Yeah!

That's when he threw us out. Ha ha!

The Civil War. Yeah, I heard of it. So... did you win?

The gimp? I'll get him for ya. Yeah, the gimp.

The usual. One hundred papes to the wise guy.

then the chief can quietly arrest him. No, no, no.

Then we'll soak 'em. No, we can't beat people up in the street! it'll give us a bad name!

Then you'll be a real cowboy. Yep.

There's Jack! He's back!

They could put you in jail. I don't care.

to The House of Refuge. Away for my own good, right, move along?

Too rotten to be the sewer. Yeah, yeah.

Uh, Officer, may I, please? Sure, kid.

Up here! Up here! At the top!

Up this way! I got you. C'mon, let's go.

Very bad idea. Wait, wait, wait.

Watch this. [Shouting]

We'll get all the newsies in New York together. This isn't a joke.

We'll play again tomorrow, Cowboy. That'd be nice.

We'll talk with 'em. Some don't hear so good.

We're gonna get you out. Well, um...

We've got no legal cause. Legal cause!

What a heaven! Whoa!

What about yours? They're out west looking for a place to live.

What demands? The newsies' demands. We're on strike.

What do they call you, kid? Les.

What do you mean? Know who's on the roof? Who?

What does that make you? What?

What happened? Are you hurt? No, I'm all right.

What happened? You get fired? No, I got reassigned...

What makes a headline good? Well, you know, um,

What's he doin'? He's dressed like a scabber.

What's his real name? Sullivan.

What's the matter with you? What's the matter with you?

What's the matter, scared of Brooklyn? We ain't scared of Brooklyn!

What's the matter? That's disgusting.

Where does it say my name? Quit thinkin' about yourself.

Where'd you get them clothes? Mr. Pulitzer picked them.

Where's he at? Over here.

Where's Jack? Look, we got to meet at the restaurant.

Where's that story? Thank you, sir. Page nine.

Who comes walkin' in? You know, your friend, him!

Whoo! Yeah!

Why didn't "The Sun" print the story? Because it never happened.

Why not? What are we gonna do? Put an ad in the paper?

Why was he chasin' ya? 'Cause I escaped.

Will this thing work? It better. We have a deadline.

Ya fink! Let me get my hands dirty.

Yeah, we are. Well, we're not playin'. We are goin' on strike.

Yeah, well, we organize. Crutchy, you take a collection. Swell!

Yeah! No!

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah! Yes!

Yeah! Yeah! All right!

Yeah. Like a rally.

Yeah. You're a liar.

You all right? Yeah.

You didn't even tell me your real name. So? What you want to do about it?

You got us on the front page. You got yourselves on the front page.

You had the newsies! What'd being a newsie give me...

You have a way of improving the truth. Yeah?

You know this boy? No, naw!

You learn from Jack, you learn from the best. The best.

You mean, it's true? Of course.

You mean, like a strike? Yeah, like a strike.

You outta your mind? It's a good idea!

You really think Pulitzer's gonna listen to your demands? He has to.

You remember Roosevelt and the carriage! I ask he be returned...

You were in jail? Why? Yeah.

You'll be back in the Refuge by supper time. Run, ya lousy coward.

You're mad! Hey, kid. [LAUGHING]

You've been living here? Shh! They're above us.

'Cause I'm tellin' you, Spot.

'Scuse me, sweet face.

"Baby Born With Three Heads!"

"by Bryan Denton.

"Children's Crusade, Newsies Stop 'The World'."

"Dese" is for the newsies.

"Last night, I saw naked force exercised against mere boys,

"The Dark Truth: Why Our City Really Fears The Newsies' Strike...

"Trash Fire Next To Immigration Building Terrifies Sea Gulls"?

"Trolley Strike Drags On...

[BELL CLANGING]

[BELL RINGING]

[BELL RINGING]

[BELL RINGS]

[CHANTING] Stop "The World." No more papes.

[CHANTING] Strike! Strike!

[CHANTING] Strike! Strike!

[CHANTING] Strike! Strike!

[CHANTING] Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!

[CHEERING AND SHOUTING]

[CHEERING, APPLAUSE]

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[CHEERING] Carryin' the banner!

[CHUCKLING] Did you hear that, fellas. Hear what Jack said?

[CLEARING THROAT]

[CLICKING]

[COUGHING] Buy me last pape, mister?

[CROWD BOOING]

[CRUTCHY CONTINUES INDISTINCT]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[GAVEL BANGING]

[GROUP MURMURING]

[GROUP SHOUTING]

[GRUNTING]

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[JACK LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING AND CHEERING]

[LAUGHING]

[LAUGHTER]

[Man] Hey, that's my horse!

[Medda] ♫ So your old lady don't love you no more ♪

[POLICE WHISTLE]

[RINGING]

[SHOUTIN]

[Shouting And Cheering]

[SHOUTING]

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[SNICKERING]

[SNIFFING] Dear me.

[SNIFFING] You smell like beer.

[THUNDER]

[Voices] Yee haw!

[WAR CRIES]

[WHINNYING]

[WHISTLE]

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♪ [ESTHER HUMMING]

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♫ 'Cause it's two for a penny if I take too many ♪

♫ 'Cause look at that pape with my face beamin' ♪

♫ "The World" will feel the fire ♪

♫ "The World" will feel the fire ♪

♫ ♪

♫ A corduroy suit with fitted knickers ♪

♫ A mezzanine seat to see the flickers ♪

♫ A mighty fine life ♪

♫ A mighty fine life ♪

♫ A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces ♪

♫ A permanent box at sheepshead races ♪

♫ A porcelain tub with boilin' water ♪

♫ A Saturday night with the mayor's daughter ♪

♫ Ah, stop your bawlin' ♪

♫ Ahh, move your elbow ♪

♫ Ain't it a fine life ♪

♫ Ain't ya heard I'm the king of New York ♪

♫ Ain't ya heard I'm the king of New York ♪

♫ Ain't you glad nobody's waitin' up ♪

♫ Ain't you glad you ain't that way ♪

♫ Ain't you glad you got a dream called ♪

♫ All I need's a few more dollars ♪

♫ An editor's desk for the star reporter ♪

♫ And "The Journal" too ♪

♫ And "The World" will know ♪

♫ And "The World" will know ♪

♫ And "The World" will know ♪

♫ And "The World" will know ♪

♫ And "The World" will know ♪

♫ And "The World" will know and "The World" will learn ♪

♫ And "The World" will know that we've been here ♪

♫ And "The World" will learn ♪

♫ And "The World" will see that we had to choose ♪

♫ And "The World" will see that we had to choose ♪

♫ And "The World" will wonder how we made the tables turn ♪

♫ And "The World" will wonder how we made the tables turn ♪

♫ And before my dyin' day I want space ♪

♫ And coochie coo with me ♪♪

♫ And coochie coo with me ♪♪

♫ And finally know ♪

♫ And finally know ♪

♫ And finally know ♪♪

♫ And I'll say anything I hafta ♪

♫ And I'm free like the wind ♪

♫ And I'm off to the races again ♪

♫ And I'm off to the races again ♪

♫ And I'm off to the races again ♪♪

♫ And I'm on the train that's bound for Santa Fe ♪

♫ And I'm outta here to stay ♪

♫ And our ranks will grow ♪

♫ And our ranks will grow and our ranks will grow ♪

♫ And so "The World" will feel the fire ♪

♫ And sometimes there's nothin' to eat ♪

♫ And sometimes there's nothin' to eat ♪

♫ And the day has come ♪

♫ And the old will fall ♪

♫ And the old will fall and the young stand tall ♪

♫ And the time is now and the fear is gone ♪

♫ And the time is now and the winds will blow ♪

♫ And the young stand tall and the time is now ♪

♫ And we'll kick their rear ♪

♫ And who knows when my next one will be ♪

♫ Are you there ♪

♫ Arise and seize the day ♪

♫ Arise and seize the day ♪

♫ Better to die than to crawl ♪

♫ Blessed children ♪

♫ Blowin' every nickel as it comes ♪

♫ Boy ain't nature fascinatin' ♪

♫ Boy, ain't nature fascinatin' ♪

♫ Breakin' your back for someone else's sake ♪

♫ But I always lands on my feet ♪

♫ But I always lands on my feet ♪

♫ But I was a star for one whole minute ♪

♫ But it ain't worth beans ♪

♫ Carrying the banner home free all ♪

♫ Carrying the banner through it all ♪

♫ Carrying the banner through it all ♪

♫ Carrying the banner through the slums ♪

♫ Carrying the banner tough and tall ♪

♫ Carrying the banner with me chums ♪

♫ Come back my lovey dovey baby ♪

♫ Do you swear you won't forget me ♪

♫ Don't ask me how fortune found me ♪

♫ Don't ask me how fortune found me ♪

♫ Don't be afraid and don't delay ♪

♫ Don't be afraid and don't delay ♪

♫ Don't be afraid and don't delay ♪

♫ Down to City Hall ♪

♫ Dreams come true yes, they do ♪

♫ Each nighty night 'til three ♪

♫ Either we stand or we fall ♪

♫ Even though we ain't got hats or badges ♪

♫ Every friend a brother ♪

♫ Every mornin' we goes where we wishes ♪

♫ Far from the lousy headlines and the deadlines in between ♪

♫ Fate just crowned me I'm the king of New York ♪

♫ Fate just crowned me now I'm king of New York ♪

♫ Father to son ♪

♫ Father to son ♪

♫ Five thousand reasons to try we're going over the wall ♪

♫ Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun ♪

♫ Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun ♪

♫ For a buck I might ♪

♫ For a dreamer night's the only time of day ♪

♫ For once once and for all ♪♪

♫ For you ♪

♫ Friends of the friendless seize the day ♪

♫ Give our rights away ♪

♫ Give our rights away ♪

♫ Give our rights away ♪

♫ Guess that everything you heard about ♪

♫ Guts and glory I'm the king of New York ♪♪

♫ Ha ♪

♫ Ha ♪

♫ Ha ha, ha ♪

♫ Ha, ha ♪

♫ Harlem to Delancey what a fine life ♪

♫ Havana cigars that cost a quarter ♪

♫ Hey, bummers we got work to do ♪

♫ Hey, stupid that ain't news no more ♪

♫ High times, hard times ♪

♫ Holy cow it's a miracle ♪

♫ Holy cow it's a miracle ♪

♫ How 'bout a change of scene ♪

♫ How 'bout a crooked politician ♪

♫ How about that I'm the king of New York ♪

♫ I ain't gettin' any younger ♪

♫ I boo hoo hoo for you ♪

♫ I can't spend my whole life hiding ♪

♫ I get better stories from the copper on the beat ♪

♫ I gotta be either dead or dreamin' ♪

♫ I miss the hanky panky ♪

♫ I put on my best and I stick out my chest ♪

♫ I put on my best and I stick out my chest ♪

♫ I used to be your tootsie wootsie ♪

♫ I wait for high times and then ♪

♫ I wait for high times and then ♪

♫ I was gonna start with 20 but a dozen'll be plenty ♪

♫ I'm alone but I ain't lonely ♪

♫ I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe ♪

♫ I'm blowin'my dough and goin'deluxe ♪

♫ I'm one highfalutin son of a gun ♪

♫ I'm one highfalutin son of a gun ♪

♫ I'm the king of New York ♪

♫ If I found you would you let me come and stay ♪

♫ If the light don't seem to suit ya ♪

♫ In nothin' flat he'll be coverin' Brooklyn to Trenton ♪

♫ In Santa Fe ♪

♫ Is a go ♪♪

♫ Is true ♪

♫ It's a feeling time can never ♪

♫ It's a fine life ♪

♫ 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 my city I'm the king of New York ♪

♫ It's my city I'm the king of New York ♪

♫ Joe, if you're still countin'sheep ♪

♫ Just get this done and by dawn's early light ♪

♫ Kill the competition Sell the next edition ♪

♫ Kill the competition Sell the next edition ♪

♫ Let 'em laugh in my face I don't care ♪

♫ Let us seize the day ♪

♫ Let us seize the day ♪

♫ Like I'm gonna live forever ♪

♫ Look and see once a piker ♪

♫ Look at me I'm the king of New York ♪

♫ Look at me I'm the king of New York ♪

♫ Look, they're putting up the headline You call that a headline ♪

♫ Loves you ♪

♫ Met this girl last night ♪

♫ Mighty Bill and Joe ♪

♫ Mother, daughter father, son ♪

♫ Mr. Hearst and Pulitzer have we got news for you ♪

♫ My lovey dovey baby ♪

♫ My old friend ♪

♫ Neighbor to neighbor ♪

♫ Neighbor to neighbor ♪

♫ Nobbin' with all the muckety mucks ♪

♫ Nobbin' with all the muckety mucks ♪

♫ Not just air ♪

♫ Nothing can break us no one can make us ♪

♫ Nothing can break us no one can make us ♪

♫ Nothing can break us no one can make us ♪

♫ Now "The World" will hear ♪

♫ Now a striker I'm the king of New York ♪

♫ Now is the time to seize the day ♪

♫ Now is the time to seize the day ♪

♫ Now that the choices are clear ♪

♫ Now that tomorrow is here ♪

♫ Now they're gonna see what stop the presses really means ♪

♫ Oh, high times hard times ♪

♫ Oh, it's a fine life ♪

♫ Oh, we'll be out there soakin' every sucker that we can ♪

♫ Once and for all every kid is our friend ♪

♫ Once and for all something tells me the tide'll be turnin'♪

♫ Once and for all there's a fire inside me ♪

♫ Once and for all we'll be there to defend one another ♪

♫ One for all and all for one ♪

♫ One for all and all for one ♪♪

♫ Open the gates and seize the day ♪

♫ Open the gates and seize the day ♪

♫ Open the gates and seize the day ♪

♫ Pass the towel ♪

♫ Proud and defiant we'll slay the giant ♪

♫ Pulitzer and Hearst think they got us ♪

♫ Pulitzer may crack the whip but he won't whip us ♪

♫ Pulitzer may crack the whip but he won't whip us ♪

♫ Pulitzer may own "The World" but he don't own us ♪

♫ Pulitzer may own "The World" but he don't own us ♪

♫ Pulitzer's cryin' Weasel he's dyin'♪

♫ Pulitzer's cryin' Weasel, he's dyin' ♪

♫ Raise up the torch and light the way ♪

♫ Raise up the torch and light the way ♪

♫ Santa Fe ♪

♫ Santa Fe ♪

♫ Santa Fe ♪♪

♫ Save a place I'll be there ♪

♫ See ol'man Pulitzer snug in his bed He don't care if we're dead or alive ♪

♫ See the headlines Newsies on a mission ♪

♫ See the headlines Newsies on a mission ♪

♫ Send out the call and join the fray ♪

♫ Send out the call and join the fray ♪

♫ Since when did you become me mudder ♪

♫ Sittin' makes me antsy I likes livin' chancy ♪

♫ So that's what they call a family ♪

♫ So that's what they call a family ♪

♫ So they gave their word ♪

♫ So when there's dry times ♪

♫ So when there's dry times ♪

♫ So you ain't got any family ♪

♫ So you got street rats that scream in your ear ♪

♫ So you're afraid there's a wolf at your door ♪

♫ So, we'll be out there carrying the banner man to man ♪

♫ Sometimes the livin' is sweet ♪

♫ Sometimes the livin' is sweet ♪

♫ Startin' now I'm the king of New York ♪

♫ Startin'now I'm the king of New York ♪

♫ Suddenly I'm respectable starin' right at ya lousy with stature ♪

♫ Suddenly I'm respectable starin' right at ya lousy with stature ♪

♫ Summer stinks and winter's waitin' ♪

♫ Summer stinks and winter's waiting ♪

♫ Take away ♪

♫ Tell 'em I'm on my way ♪

♫ Tell me, how I'm gonna make ends meet ♪

♫ That the things we do today will be tomorrow's news ♪

♫ That the things we do today will be tomorrow's news ♪

♫ That this ain't no game ♪

♫ That we got a ton of rotten fruit and perfect aim ♪

♫ That won't stop burning ♪

♫ Then you said toodle ee doo ♪

♫ There I be ain't I pretty ♪

♫ There I be ain't I pretty ♪

♫ They almost all knows how to read ♪

♫ They almost all knows how to read ♪

♫ Think about seizing the day ♪

♫ Think of that train as she rolls into old Santa Fe ♪

♫ This is for kids shining shoes in the streets ♪

♫ This is the story you wanted to write ♪

♫ This time we're in it to stay ♪

♫ Though you wander lost and depraved ♪

♫ Three satin pillows are under his head ♪

♫ Tip your hat he's the king of New York ♪

♫ Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it ♪

♫ Trapped where there ain't no future even at 17 ♪

♫ Try any banker bum or barber ♪

♫ Try any banker, bum or barber ♪

♫ Try Bottle Alley or the harbor ♪

♫ Try Bottle Alley or the harbor ♪

♫ Try Central Park it's guaranteed ♪

♫ Try Central Park it's guaranteed ♪

♫ Uptown to Grand Central Station ♪

♫ Victory front page story ♪

♫ Victory front page story guts and glory ♪

♫ Wait for me ♪♪

♫ Wake up and read 'em and weep ♪

♫ Walkin' 'til we fall ♪

♫ Watch how the mighty can fall for once and for all ♪

♫ We improves our circulation ♪

♫ We need a good assassination ♪

♫ We need an earthquake or a war ♪

♫ We'll do what we gotta do until we break the will of ♪

♫ We're a union just by sayin' so ♪

♫ We's as free as fishes sure beats washin' dishes ♪

♫ We've been hawkin' headlines but we're makin' 'em today ♪

♫ Weasel just makes me eat 'em afta ♪

♫ Welcome to New York ♪

♫ Welcome to New York ♪

♫ Well tonight is a night that you can ♪

♫ Well who said you needed one ♪

♫ What a fine life ♪

♫ What a fine life carrying the banner ♪

♫ What if the Delanceys come out swingin' ♪

♫ What if the Delanceys come out swingin' ♪

♫ What we've got to say ♪

♫ What's it gonna take to stop the scabbers ♪

♫ When I dream on my own ♪

♫ When my thoughts begin to stray ♪

♫ When the circulation bell starts ringin' ♪

♫ When the circulation bell starts ringin' ♪

♫ When the city's finally sleepin' ♪

♫ When you got a million voices singin'♪

♫ When you've got 100 voices singin' ♪

♫ When youse gotta walk ♪

♫ When youse gotta walk ♪

♫ Where does it say a guy can't catch a break ♪

♫ Where does it say you gotta live and die here ♪

♫ While we're begging for bread to survive ♪

♫ While we're out there carrying the banner is the... ♪♪

♫ Whistle blow ♪

♫ Who asked you ♪

♫ Who can hear a lousy whistle blow ♪

♫ Why should you only take what you're given ♪

♫ Why should you spend your whole life livin' ♪

♫ Will you help me find my way ♪

♫ Will you keep a candle burnin' ♪

♫ With no shoes on their feet every day ♪

♫ Wrongs will be righted if we're united ♪

♫ Yeah, but we got a promise to keep ♪

♫ You can finish the fight you began ♪

♫ You got your thugs with their sticks and the slugs ♪

♫ You shall be saved ♪

♫ You win some you lose some, my dear ♪

♫ You're my chance to break free ♪

♫ You're the only light that's guidin' me today ♪

♫And our ranks will grow and grow and grow and so ♪

♫Jesus ♪

♫Santa Fe ♪