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Post by Paper.Prince on Sept 14, 2017 22:05:58 GMT -5
Over here you can find lyrics from the movies (and in order!). Enjoy. Just wanted to note, that I will not include the chorales or reprises. If you would like those, just let me know.
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Post by Paper.Prince on Sept 14, 2017 23:15:25 GMT -5
Carrying the Banner
[Racetrack] That's my cigar.
[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 bawling!
[newsies] Hey! 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 goil last night!
[Crutchy] Aaah! Move your elbow!
[Racetrack] 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. Every morning, we 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.
[Racetrack] It takes an orphan with a stutter.
[Jack] Who ain't afraid ta use his-
[Kid Blink] Fist!
[newsies] Summer stinks and winter's waiting. Welcome to New Yawk! Boy, ain't nature fascinating,w hen 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
[newsies] Harlem tah 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!
[mother] Patrick.
[Racetrack] Just gimme half a cup.
[mother] Darling.
[Kid Blink] Something ta wake me up.
[mother] Since you left me.
[Mush] I gotta find an angle.
[mother] I am undone.
[Crutchy] I gotta sell more papes.
[mother] Mother.
[newsies] Papers is all I got.
[other newsies] Wish I could catch a breeze.
[mother] Loves you!
[newsies] Sure hope the headline's hot.
[other newsies] All I can catch is fleas.
[newsies] God, help me if it's not!
[other newsies] Somebody help me, please...
[mother] God, save my son!
[newsies] If I hate the headlines, 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 afta.
[newies group 1] Look! They're puttin' up the headline.
[newsies group 2] What's it say?
[newsies group 1] You call that a headline?
[newsies group 2] That won't pay!
[newsies group 1] I get better stories from the copper on the beat!
[newsies group 2] So where's your spot?
[newsies group 1] I was gonna start at twenty.
[newsies group 2] God, it's hot!
[newsies group 1] Now a dozen'll be plenty.
[groups 1 and 2 together] Will ya tell me/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 walking till we fall!
[newsies group 1] Still we'll be out there, carrying the banner man to man!
[newsies group 2] Look, they're puttin' up the headline! They call that a headline? The idiot who wrote it must be workin' for the Sun!
[newsies group 1] We'll be out there, soakin' every sucker that we can!
[newsies group 2] Did ya hear about the fire?
[newsies group 3] Heard it killed old man Maguire!
[newsies group 2] Heard the toll was even higher!
[newsies group 3] Why do I miss all the fun?
[newsies group 1] See the headline: Newsies on a mission!
[newsies group 2] Hitched it on a trolley.
[newsies group 3] Meet 'cha Forty-fourth and Second.
[newsies group 1] Kill the competition. Sell the next edition.
[newsies group 2] Little Italy’s a secret.
[newsies group 3] Bleecker's further than I reckoned.
[newsies group 1] While we're out there, carrying the banner is the –
[newsies group 2] By the courthouse.
[newsies group 3] Near the stables.
[newsies group 2] On the corner someone beckoned and I –
*Note: This section was tricky so I’m not quite sure if it’s all correct.*
[newsies] 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.
[newsies group 1] It's a fine life carrying the banner.
[newsies group 2] Go get 'em, Cowboy!
[newsies group 2] You got 'em now, boy!
[newsies group 1] It's a fine life carrying the banner.
[newsies group 2] Go get 'em, Cowboy!
[newsies group 1] It's a fine life carrying the banner.
[newsies group 2] You got 'em now, boy!
[newsies group 1] It's a fine life carrying the banner.
[newsies group 1] It's a go!
[newsies group 2] Go!
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Post by Paper.Prince on Sept 15, 2017 10:34:24 GMT -5
Santa Fe
So that's what they call a family, mudder, daughter, fadder, son. Guess that everything you heard about is true. So you ain't got any family. Well, who said you needed one? Ain'tcha glad nobody's waiting 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. When my thoughts begin to stray, and I'm on the train that 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 needs 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've 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 livin' trapped where there ain't no future. Even at seventeen. Breaking 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 getting any younger and before my dying 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'tcha glad you ain't that way? Ain'tcha glad you got a dream called Santa Fe?
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Post by Paper.Prince on Sept 15, 2017 10:35:49 GMT -5
The World Will Know
[Jack] Pulitzer and Hearst, they think we're nothin'! Are we nothin'? [newsies] No! [Jack] Pulitzer and Hearst, they think they got us. Do they got us? [newsies] No! [Jack] Even though we ain't got hats or badges, we're a union just by saying so! And the world will know! What's it gonna take to stop the wagons? Are we ready? [newsies] Yeah! [Jack] What's it gonna take to stop the scabbers? Can we do it? [newsies] Yeah! [Jack] We'll do what we gotta do until we break the will of mighty Bill and Joe! [newsies] 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 been hawkin' headlines, but we're makin' 'em today. And our ranks will grow. [Crutchy] And we'll kick their rear! [newsies] And the world will know that we been here. [Jack] When the circulation bell starts ringin', will we hear it? [newsies] No! [Jack] What if the Delanceys come out swingin', will we hear it? [newsies] No! When you got a hundred voices singin', 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 poifect aim. So they gave their word, but 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. [Boots] And our name is mud! [newsies] And the strike is on. [Boots] And I can't stand blood! [newsies] And the world will – [Jack] Pulitzer may own the World, but he don't own us! [newsies] Pulitzer may own the World, but he don't own us! [Jack] Pulitzer may crack the whip, but he won't whip us! [newsies] 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!
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Post by Paper.Prince on Sept 15, 2017 10:36:36 GMT -5
Seize the Day
[David] Open the gates and seize the day. Don’t be afraid and don’t delay. Nothing can break us. No one can make us give our rights away. Arise and seize the day! Now is the time to seize the day.
[newsies] Now is the time to seize the day.
[David] Send out the call and join the fray.
[newsies] Send out the call and join the fray.
[David] Wrongs will be righted if we’re united.
[David and newsies together] Let us seize the day!
[David] Friends of the friendless seize the day.
[newsies] Friends of the friendless seize the day.
[David] Raise up the torch, and light the way.
[newsies] Raise up the torch, and light the way.
[David and newsies together] Proud and defiant, we’ll slay the giant. Let us seize the day! Neighbor to neighbor, father to son. One for all, and all for one!
[newsies group 1] Open the gates, and seize the day.
[newsies group 2] Open the gates, and seize the day.
[newsies group 1] Don’t be afraid, and don’t delay!
[newsies group 2] Don’t be afraid, and don’t delay!
[newsies together] Nothing can break us. No one can make us give our rights away. Neighbor to neighbor, father to son! One for all, and all for one!
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Post by Paper.Prince on Sept 15, 2017 10:38:12 GMT -5
King of New York
[Mush] A pair of new shoes with matching laces. [Racetrack] A permanent box at Sheepshed Races.
[Spot] A porcelain tub with boiling water .
[Kid Blink] A Saturday night with the mayor’s daughter!
[Racetrack] Look at me! I’m the King of New York! Suddenly, I’m respectable. Staring right atcha, lousy with stature. [Jack] Nubbin’ with all the muckety-mucks. I’m blowin’ my dough and goin’ deluxe!
[Racetrack] And there I'll be, ain’t I pretty?
[Racetrack and Jack] It’s my city. I’m the king of New York!
[Boots] A corduroy suit with fitted knickers. [Les] A mezzanine seat to see the flickers. [Snipeshooters] Havin’ cigars that cost a quarter. [David] An editor’s desk for our star reporter!
[newsies] Tip your hat, he’s the King of New York!
[Denton] How ‘bout that? I’m the King of New York!
[newsies] Ain't nothing flat! He’ll be covering Brooklyn to Trenton, our man Denton. [Kid Blink] Making a headline out of a hunch!
[Denton] Protecting the weak.
[Racetrack] And paying for lunch! [Denton] When I’m at bat, strong men crumble. [Racetrack] Proud yet humble. [Denton and Racetrack] I’m/He’s the King of New York
[newsies] I gotta be the dead or dreaming, ’cuz look at that pape with my face beaming. Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it, but I was a star for one whole minute! Starting now, I’m the King of New York!
[Denton] Ain’t you heard? I’m the King of New York!
[newsies] Holy cow! It’s a miracle, Pulitzer’s crying. Weasel? He’s dying! Flashpots are shooting bright as the sun. I’m one hifalutin’ sonuva gun! Don’t ask me how, fortune found me. Fate just crowned me. Now I’m King of New York! Look and see, once a piker now a striker. I’m the King of New York! Victory! Front page story, guts and glory. I’m the King of New York!
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Post by Paper.Prince on Sept 15, 2017 10:38:57 GMT -5
High Times, Hard Times
[Medda] High times, hard times. Sometimes the living is sweet, and sometimes there's nothing to eat. But I always land on my feet! So when there's dry times, I wait for high times and then. I put on my best, and I stick out my chest. And I'm off to the races again!
My good friend the mayor, he called me today. He said, “Medda, the voters are turning away.” “Help me,” he cried, “or they'll give me the axe!” I said, “Your Honor, you've got to relax…” Everybody!
[Medda and newsies] High times, hard times. Sometimes the living is sweet, and sometimes there's nothing to eat. But I always land on my feet! So when there's dry times, I wait for high times and then. I put on my best, and I stick out my chest. And I'm off to the races again!
[Medda] So your old lady don't love you no more. So you're afraid there's a wolf at your door. So you got street rats that scream in your ear.
[Medda and newsies] You win some, you lose some, my dear! Oh, high times, hard times. Sometimes the living is sweet, and sometimes there's nothing to eat. But I always land on my feet! So when there's dry times, I wait for high times and then. I put on my best, and I stick out my chest. And I'm off to the races again!
[Medda] I put on my best.
[newsies] I put on my best.
[Medda] Ah yes, and I stick out my chest!
[newsies] And I stick out my chest. [Medda] And I'm off.
[newsies] And I'm off.
[Medda] And I’m off.
[newsies] And I’m off.
[Medda and newsies] And I'm off to the races again!
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Post by Paper.Prince on Apr 6, 2018 20:43:56 GMT -5
Once and For All
[Denton] This is the story you wanted to write. Well, tonight is the night that you can.
[Jack] Just get this done and by dawn's early light. You can finish the fight you began.
[David] This time we're in it to stay.
[Sarah] Think about seizing the day.
[Jack] Think of that train as she rolls into old Santa Fe. Tell 'em I'm on my way
[newsies] See old man Pulitzer snug in his bed, he don't care if we're dead or alive. Three satin pillows are under his head while we're beggin' for bread to survive. Joe, if you're still countin' sheep, wake up and read 'em and weep. You got your thugs with their sticks and their slugs. Yeah, but we got a promise to keep!
Once and for all, something tells me the tide'll be turnin'. Once and for all,there's a fire inside me that won't stop burnin'. Now that the choices are clear. Now that tomorrow is here. Watch how the mighty will fall, for once and for all!
This is for kids shinin' shoes in the street with no shoes on their feet every day. This is for guys sweatin' blood in the shops while the bosses and cops look away. This is to even the score. This ain't just newsies no more. This ain't just kids with some pie in the sky, this is do it or die. This is war!
Once and for all, we'll be there to defend one another. Once and for all, every kid is our friend, every friend a brother.
Five thousand fists in the sky! Five thousand reasons to try! We're goin' over the wall. Better to die than to crawl. Either we stand or we fall, for once- Once and for all!
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