Newsies-Original Broadway Cast - King of New York

by Newsies-Original Broadway Cast

Ya don't need money when you're famous.
They gives ya whatever ya want, gratis!
Such as...?
A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces
A permanent box at the sheepshead races
Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle
My personal puss on a wooden nickle
Look at me
I'm the king of New York!
Suddenly, I'm respectable
Starin right at'cha, lousy with sta'cha
Nobbin with all the muckety-mucks
I'm blowin my dough and goin' deluxe
And there I be! Ain't I pretty?
It's my city. I'm the king of New York!
A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it
My very own bed and an indoor terlet
A barbershop haircut that costs a quarter
A regulr beat for the start reporter!
Am-scray, punk, she's the king of New York!
Whod'a thunk! I'm the king of New York!
We was sunk, pale and pitiful,
Buncha wet noodles!
Pulitzer's poodles.
Almost about to drown in the drink,
When she fished us out
And drowned us in ink!
So lets get drunk!
Not with liquor. Fame works quicker
When you're king of New York.
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 the star for one whole minute!
-Dance Break-
Look at me
I'm the king of New York!
Wait and see
This is gonna make both the Delancey's
Pee in their pant-sies.
Flashpots are shootin bright as a sun!
I'm one highfallutin son of a gun!
I guarantee
Though I crapped out, I ain't tapped out!
I'm the king of New-
Friends may flee.
Let'em ditch ya! Snap one pit'cha
Your the king of New-
History! Front page story,
Guts and glory, I'm the king of New York!

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