Newsies - Carryin The Banner Lyrics
Racetrack: That's my cigarSnipeshooter: You'll steal anudderKid Blink: Hey, bummers, we got work to doSpecs: Since when did you become me mudder?Crutchy: Ah, stop yer bawling!Several Newsies: Hey! Who ast you??Mush: Try Bottle Alley or the harborRacetrack: Try Central Park, it's guaranteedJack: Try any banker, bum, or barber ...Skittery: They almost all knows how to read!Kid Blink: I smell moneyCrutchy: You smell foul!Mush: Met this girl last night ...Crutchy: Move your elbow!Racetrack: Pass the towel!Skittery: For a buck, I might!Newsies: Ain't it a fine lifeCarrying the banner through it all?A mighty fine lifeCarrying the banner tough and tallEvery morningWe goes where we wishesWe's as free as fishesSure beats washing dishesWhat a fine lifeCarrying the bannerHome-free all!**[cut out in movie, but is still on the soundtrack]****Jack: It takes a smile as sweet as butterCrutchy: The kind that ladies can't resistRacetrack: It takes an orphan with a stutterJack: Who ain't afraid ta use hisKid Blink: Fist!**Newsies: Summer stinks and winter's waitingWelcome to New Yawk!Boy, ain't nature fascinatingWhen youse gotta walk?Still, it's a fine lifeCarrying the banner with me chums!A mighty fine lifeBlowing every nickel as it comesCrutchy: I'm no snoozerSitting makes me antsyI likes living chancyNewsies: Harlem tah DelanceyWhat a fine lifeCarrying the banner through the slumsThree Nuns: Blessed childrenThough you wander lost and depravedJesus loves youYou shall be saved![SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT:]Mother: Patrick, darling,Since you left me I am undoneMother loves you!God, save my son!Racetrack: Just gimme half a cupKid Blink: Something ta wake me upMush: I gotta find an angleCrutchy: I gotta sell more papesVarious Newsies: Papers is all I gotWish I could catch a breezeSure hope the headline's hotAll I can catch is fleasGod, help me if it's not!Somebody help me, please ...Newsies: If I hate the headlinesI'll make up the headlineAnd I'll say anything I hafta'Cause at two for a pennyIf I take too manyWeasel just makes me eat 'em afta[SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT:]Group one: Look! They're puttin' up the headlineYou call that a headline?I get better storiesFrom the copper on the beat!I was gonna start at twentyNow a dozen'll be plentyTell me, how'm I gonna make ends meet?Group two: What's it say?That won't pay!So where's your spot?God, it's hot!Will ya tell meHow'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 StationDown to City HallWe improves our circulationWalking till we fall[SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT:]Group one: Still we'll be out thereCarrying the banner man to man!We'll be out thereSoakin' every sucker that we can!See the headline:Newsies on a mission!Group one: Kill the competitionSell the next editionWhile we're out thereCarrying the banner is the –Group two: Look, they're puttin' up the headlineThey call that a headline?The idiot who wrote itMust be workin' for the Sun!Did ya hear about the fire?Group three: Heard it killed old man Maguire!Group two: Heard the toll was even higherGroup three: Why do I miss all the fun?Group two: Hitched it on a trolleyGroup three: Meet 'cha Forty-fourth and SecondGroup two: Little Italy's a secretGroup three: Bleecker's further than I reckonedGroup two: By the courthouseGroup three: Near the stablesGroup two: On the corner someone beckoned and I –Group one: It's a fine lifeCarrying the banner through it all!A mighty fine lifeCarrying the banner tough and tallSee the headlineNewsies on a missionKill the competitionSell the next editionWhat a fine life,Carrying the bannerIt's a fine lifeCarrying the bannerIt's a fine lifeCarrying the bannerIt's a fine lifeCarrying the bannerIt's a fine lifeCarrying the bannerIt's aGo!Group two: Would you look at that headline?You call that a headline?I get better storiesFrom the copper on the beat!I was gonna start with twentyNow a dozen'll be plentyWould you tell me how'm I everGonna make ends meet?Hitched it on a trolleyMeetcha Forty-fourth and SecondLittle Italy's a secretBleecker's further than I reckonedBy the courthouseNear the stablesOn the corner someone beckoned!Go get 'em CowboyYou got 'em now, boy!Go get 'em, Cowboy!You got 'em now, boy!Go!
