Lyrics
Carryin' Tha Banna

Race: That's my cigar!
Snipeshooter: You'll steal anudder!
Blink: Hey, bummers, we got work ta do!
Specs: Since when did you become me mudder?
Cruchy: Ah, stop yer bawlin'!
Newsies: Hey, who asked you?

Mush: Try Bottle Alley or the Harbor
Race: Try Central Park, it's guaranteed
Jack: Try any banker, bum, or barber
Skittery: They almost all knows how to read.

Blink: I smell money!
Cruchy: You smell foul!
Mush: Met this girl last night...
Cruchy: Ah, move yer elbow!
Race: Pass the towel!
Skittery: For a buck I might!

Newsies: Ain't it a fine life
Carrying the banner through it all?
A mighty fine life
Carrying the banner tough and tall
Ev'ry mornin', we goes where we wishes
We's as free as fishes
Sure beats washin' dishes
What a fine life
Carrying the banner home free all!

Jack: It takes a smile as sweet as butter
Cruchy: The kind that ladies can't resist
Race: It takes an orphan with a stutter
Jack: Who ain't afraid to use his
Blink: Fist!

Newsies: Summer stinks and winter's waitin'
Welcome to New York
Boy, ain't nature facinatin'
When youse gotta walk?

Still it's a fine life
Carrying the banner with me chums
A mighty fine life
Blowin' ev'ry nickel as it comes

Crutchy: I'm no snoozer
Sittin' makes me antsy
I likes livin' chancey
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

Patric's Mother: Patrick, darling
Since you left me
I am undone
Mother loves you
God save my son!

Race: Just give me half a cup
Blink: Somethin' to wake me up
Mush: I gotta find an angle
Cruchy: I gotta sell more papes

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

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

Look! They're puttin' up the headline
(What's it say? That won't pay)
You call that a headline?
I get better stories from the copper on the beat
(So where's your sopt? Got it's hot. Will ya tell me...)
I was gonna start with twenty
Now a dozen'll be plenty
How's a guy s'posed to make ends meet?

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 out currculation
Walkin' till we fall!

Still we'll be out there
Carrying the banner man to man
We'll be out there
Soakin' every sucker that we can
See the headlines
Newsies on a mission
Kill the competition
Sell the next edition
While we're out there
Carrying the banner is the...

Look! They're puttin' up the headline!
They call that a headline?
The idiot that wrote it must be workin' for the Sun
Did ya hear about the fire?
Heard it killed Old Man McGuire
Heard the toll was even higher
Why do I miss all the fun?
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, newr the stables
On the corner someone beckoned and I...

It's a fine life
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

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
Now a dozen'll be plenty
Tell me how I'm 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 and I...

It's a fine life
Carrying the banner

Go get 'em, Cowboy!
Carryin' the banner!
You got 'em now, boy!

It's a go!

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