King of New York
Mush: A pair of new sheos with matchin' laces.
Racetrack: A permanent box at the Sheepshead races!
Spot: A porcelan tub with boilin' water,
Kid Blink: A Saturday night with the mayor's daugher!
Racetrack: Look at me. I'm the king of New York. Suddenly I'm respectable. Starin' right at'cha lousy with stature.
Jack: Nobbin' with all the muckety mucks. I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe.
Racetrack: And there I be. Ain't I pretty?
Racetrack & 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,
Snipeshooter: Havana cigars that cost a quarter,
David: An editor's desk for the star reporter.
Newsies: Tip your hat. He's the king of New York.
Denton: (same time) How 'bout that! I'm the king of New York.
Newsies: In nothing flat he'll be covering Brooklyn to Trenton, our man Denton.
Kid Blink: Makin' a headline out of a hunch.
Denton: Protecting the weak
Racetrack: And payin' for lunch
Denton: When I'm at bat strong men crumble.
Racetrack: Proud yet humble
Racetrack & Denton: He's/I'm the king of New York!
All: (starts under last line) I gotta be either dead or dreamin' 'cause look at that pape with my face beamin'. Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it, but I was a star for one whole minute.
(Music and Dance interval)
All: Startin' now I'm the king of New York.
Denton: (same time) Ain't ya heard I'm the king of New York.
All: (same time) Holy cow, it's a miracle Pulitzer's cryin'; Weasel, he's dyin'. Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun I'm one high falutin' son of a gun. Don't ask me how fortune found me. Fate just crowned me. Now I'm king of New York.
(starts under last line) Look and see once a piker, now a striker. I'm the king of New York.
(starts under last line) Victory! Front page story, guts and glory. I'm the king of New York!
Racetrack: A permanent box at the Sheepshead races!
Spot: A porcelan tub with boilin' water,
Kid Blink: A Saturday night with the mayor's daugher!
Racetrack: Look at me. I'm the king of New York. Suddenly I'm respectable. Starin' right at'cha lousy with stature.
Jack: Nobbin' with all the muckety mucks. I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe.
Racetrack: And there I be. Ain't I pretty?
Racetrack & 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,
Snipeshooter: Havana cigars that cost a quarter,
David: An editor's desk for the star reporter.
Newsies: Tip your hat. He's the king of New York.
Denton: (same time) How 'bout that! I'm the king of New York.
Newsies: In nothing flat he'll be covering Brooklyn to Trenton, our man Denton.
Kid Blink: Makin' a headline out of a hunch.
Denton: Protecting the weak
Racetrack: And payin' for lunch
Denton: When I'm at bat strong men crumble.
Racetrack: Proud yet humble
Racetrack & Denton: He's/I'm the king of New York!
All: (starts under last line) I gotta be either dead or dreamin' 'cause look at that pape with my face beamin'. Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it, but I was a star for one whole minute.
(Music and Dance interval)
All: Startin' now I'm the king of New York.
Denton: (same time) Ain't ya heard I'm the king of New York.
All: (same time) Holy cow, it's a miracle Pulitzer's cryin'; Weasel, he's dyin'. Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun I'm one high falutin' son of a gun. Don't ask me how fortune found me. Fate just crowned me. Now I'm king of New York.
(starts under last line) Look and see once a piker, now a striker. I'm the king of New York.
(starts under last line) Victory! Front page story, guts and glory. I'm the king of New York!