Alan Menken - Carrying The Banner lyrics

Racetrack: That's my cigar Snipeshooter: You'll steal anudder Kid Blink: Hey, bummers We got work tah 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 goyl last night ... Crutchy: Move your elbow! Racetrack: Pa** 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 bu*ter 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 When 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! SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT: Patrick's Mother Patrick, darling Since you left me I am undone Mother loves you! God, save my son! Racetrack: Just gimme half a cup Kid Blink: Something ta wake me up Mush: I gotta find an angle Crutchy: I gotta sell more papes Various 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 ... 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 SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT 1. Look! They're putting up a headline They call that a headline? I get better stories From the copper on the beat! I was gonna start at twenty Now a dozen'll be plenty Tell me, how'm I gonna make ends meet? 2. What's it say? That won't pay! So where's your spot? God, it's hot! Will ya tell me How'm I gonna make ends meet? Newsies: We need a good a**a**ination! 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 SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT: 1. Still we'll be out there Carrying the banner man to man! We'll be out there Soaking every s**er that we can! See the headline: Newsies on a mission! k** the competition Sell the next edition While we're out there Carrying the banner is the-- 2. Look, they're putting up a headline They call that a headline? The idiot who wrote it Must be working for the Sun! Didja hear about the fire? 3. Heard it k**ed old man Maguire! 2. Heard the toll was even higher 3.Why do I miss all the fun? 2. Hitched it on a trolley 3. Meetcha Forty-fourth and Second 2. Little Italy's a secret 3. Bleecker's further than I reckoned 2. By the courthouse 3. Near the stables 2. On the corner someone beckoned! and I ... 1. 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 k** the competition Sell the next edition What a fine life Carrying the banner!... 2. Would you look at that 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 Would you tell me how'm I ever Gonna make ends meet? Hitched it on a trolley Meetcha Forty-fourth and Second Little Italy's a secret Bleecker's further than I reckoned By the courthouse Near the stables On the corner someone beckoned! Go get 'em Cowboy ... You got 'em now, boy