LYRICS
CARRYING THE BANNER!
That's my cigar!
You'll steal anudder!
Hey, bummers, we got work ta do!
Since when did you become me mudder?
Ah, stop yer bawlin'!
Hey, who ast you?
Try Bottle Alley or the Harbor
Try Central Park, it's guaranteed
Try any banker, bum, or barber
They almost all knows how to read.
I smell money!
You smell foul!
Met this girl last night...
Ah, move yer elbow!
Pass the towel!
For a buck I might!
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!
It takes a smile as sweet as butter
The kind that ladies can't resist
It takes an orphan with a stutter
Who ain't afraid to use his
Fist!
Summer stinks and winter's waitin'
Welcome to New York
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' ev'ry nickel as it comes
I'm no snoozer
Sittin' makes me antsy
I likes livin' chancey
Harlem to Delancey
What a fine life
Carrying the banner through the slums
Blessed children
Though you wander lost and depraved
Jesus loves you
You shall be saved
Patrick, darling
Since you left me
I am undone
Mother loves you
God save my son!
Just give me half a cup
Somethin' to wake me up
I gotta find an angle
I gotta sell more papes
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' the headline
What's it say? That won't play)
You call that a headline?
I get better stories from the copper on the beat
So where's your spot? God, 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
How 'bout a crooked policitican?
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!
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 what 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, near 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
It's a Fine life
Carrying the banner
Look! They're putting up the headline
You call that 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!
You got 'em now, boy!
Go!
SANTA FE
So that's what they call a family
Mother, daughter, father, son
Guess that every thing you heard about is true
So you ain't got any family
Well, who said you needed one?
Ain't ya glad nobody's waitin' up for you?
When I dream
On my own
I'm alone but I ain't lonely
For a dreamer, night's the only time of day
When the city's finally sleeping
All my thoughts begin to stray
And I'm on the train that's bound for Santa Fe
And I'm free
Like the wind
Like I'm gonna live forever
It's a feeling time can never take away
All I need's a few more dollars
And I'm outta here to stay
Dreams come true
Yes they do
In Santa Fe
Where does it say you gotta live and die here?
Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?
Why should you only take what you're given?
Why should you spend your whole life living
Trapped where there ain't no future?
Even at seventeen
Breakin' your back for someone else's sake
If the life don't seem to suit ya
How 'bout a change of scene?
Far from the lousy headlines
And the deadlines in between
Santa Fe, are you there?
Do you swear you won't forget me?
If I found you would you let me come and stay?
I ain't gettin' any younger
And before my dyin' day
I want space
Not just air
Let 'em laugh in my face
I don't care
Save a place
I'll be there
So that's what they call a family
Ain't you glad you ain't that way?
Ain't you glad you got a dream called Santa Fe?
THE WORLD WILL KNOW
Pulitzer and Hearst, they think we're nothin'!
Are we nothin'? (No!)
Pulitzer and Hearst, they think they got us!
Do they got us? (No!)
Even though we ain't got hats or badges
We're a union just by sayin' so!
And the World will know!
What's it gonna take to stop the wagons?
Are we ready? (Yeah!)
What's it gonna take to stop the scabbers?
Can we do it? (Yeah!)
We'll do what we gotta do
Until we break the will of
Mighty Bill and Joe
And the World will know!
And the Journal, too!
Mister Hearst and Pulitzer
Have we got news for you!
Now the world will hear
What we got to say
We've been hawkin' headlines
But we're makin' them today!
And our ranks will grow
And we'll kick their rear!
And the world will know that we've been here!
When the circulation bell starts ringing,
Will we hear it? (No!)
What if the Delanceys come out swinging?
Will we hear it? (No!)
When you got a hundred voices singing
Who can hear a lousy whistle blow?
And the World will know!
That this ain't no game
That we got a ton of rotten fruit
And perfect aim
So they gave their word
Well, it ain't worth beans!
Now they're gonna see what stop the presses really means
And the day has come
And the time is now
And the fear is gone
And our name is mud
And the strike is on
And I can't stand blood
And the world will...
Pulitzer may own The World
But he don't own us!
(Pulitzer may own The World
But he don't own us)
Pulitzer may crack the whip
But he won't whip us!
(Pulitzer may crack the whip
But he won't whip us!)
And the World will know!
And the world will learn!
And the world will wonder how
We made the tables turn
And the World will see
That we had to choose
That the things we do today
Will be tomorrow's news
And the old will fall
And the young stand tall
And the time is now
And the winds will blow
And our ranks will grow
And grow, and grow, and so
The World will feel the fire
And finally know!
MY LOVEY-DOVEY BABY
My lovey-dovey baby
I boo hoo hoo for you
I used to be your tootsie-wootsie