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Newsies - Original Broadway Cast
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Carrying the Banner
Hey, that's my cigar
You'll steal another
Hey, look, it's bath time at the zoo I thought that I'd suprise my mother
If you could find her
Who asked you
From Bottle Alley to the harbor There's easy pickings guaranteed
Try any banker, bum, or barber...
They almost all knows how to read!
It's a crooked game we're playin'
One we'll never lose
Long as suckers don't mind payin' Just to get bad news Ain't it a fine life Carryin' the banner through it all
A mighty fine life Carryin' the banner tough and tall When the bell rings We goes where we wishes We's as free as fishes Sure beats washing dishes What a fine life Carryin' the banner home-free all! Hey Crutchie, what your leg say, gonna rain? No rain... Ha, partly cloudy clear by evenin'!
And the limp sells 50 papes all by itself! I don't need a limp to sell papes. I've got personality.
It takes a smile that spreads like butter
The kind that turns a lady's head
It takes an orphan with a stutter
Who's also blind And mute And dead!
Summer stinks and winter's freezing
When you works outdoors
Start out sweating end up sneezing
In between it pours! Still, it's a fine life
Carryin' the banner with me chums A bunch of big shots Tossin' out a freebie to the bums Hey! What's the hold up Waitin' makes me antsy I likes living chancey Harlem to Delancey Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com What a fine life
Carryin' the banner through the
Three Nuns: Blessed children
Though you wander lost and depraved Jesus loves you You shall be saved!
Curdled (just give me half a cup) coffee (something to wake me up) Concrete donuts (I gotta find an angle) sprinkled with mold (it's gettin' bad out here) Homemade (papers is all I got) biscuits (it's 88 degrees) (Jack says to change my spot) (wish I could catch a breeze) Just two (maybe it's worth a shot) years old (all I can catch is fleas) If I hate the headlines
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
Got a feelin' bout the headline (I do too! So it must be true) I smells me a headline Papes is gonna sell like we was givin' em' away (What a switch! Soon we'll all be rich) Betcha dinner it's a doozy
'bout a pistol-packing floozey
(Don't know a better way to make a newsie's day) Who knows how to make a newsie's day You wanna move the next edition Give us an earthquake or a war How 'bout a crooked politician Ya nitwit, that ain't news no more Uptown to Grand Central Station Down to City Hall We improves our circulation Walking till we fall But we'll be out there Carrying the banner man to man! We're always out there Soakin' every sucker that we can! See the headline: Newsies on a mission! Here's the headline Newsies on a mission Kill the competition Sell the next edition We'll be out there, carryin' the banner See us out there, carryin' the banner Always out there, carryin' the banner We'll all be out there, carryin' the banner man to man We're always out there, soakin' evey sucker that we can Here's the headline: Newsies on a mission Kill the competition Sell the next edition We'll be out there, carryin' the banner See us out there, carryin' the banner Always out there, carryin' the banner Ah, ah, ah, go
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