Newsies

In 1899,

the streets of New York City...

echoed with the voices

of newsies...

peddling the newspapers

of Joseph Pulitzer,

William Randolph Hearst...

and other giants

of the newspaper world.

On every corner, you saw 'em

carryin' the banner,

bringin' you the news

for a penny a pape.

Poor orphans and runaways,

the newsies were a ragged army

without a leader.

Until one day,

all that changed.

Boots!

- Oh, gee.

- Skittery. Skittery. Skittery!

- I didn't do it.

- What do you mean?

Get up. When you get up,

you have to get up!

Snitch. Get up.

C'mon, everybody's sleepin'.

They sleep, sleep.

They sleep their life away, these kids.

The ink is wet.

The presses are rollin'!

Sell a pape!

Sell a pape!

Hey!

Hey, Cowboy. Hey, Cowboy,

you dreamin' about sellin' papers?

Hey, hey, hey.

- Don't wanna.

What's the matter with you?

- With me?

- What's the matter with you?

- What's the matter with you?

- Get off my back. Hey, go away from me.

- Come on!

- You're mad!

- Hey, kid.

Get up, boy.

Come on, come on.

Carry your banner.

Sell the papers!

Sell the papers. What are you doin'?

Sell the papers.

Everybody,

what are ya doin'?

- # That's my cigar #

- # You'll steal anudder #

# Hey, bummers

we got work to do #

# Since when did you

become me mudder #

# Ah, stop your bawlin' #

# Who asked you #

- So, how'd you sleep, Jack?

- On me back, Mush.

Did you hear that, fellas.

Hear what Jack said?

I asked Jack how he slept

and he said, "On me back, Mush."

Hey, Jack, when I walk, does

it look like I'm fakin' it?

- No. Who says you're fakin' it?

- I don't know.

It's just, there's so many fake crips

on the street today,

a real crip

ain't got a chance.

I gotta find a new sellin' spot

where they ain't used to seeing me.

# Try Bottle Alley

or the harbor #

# Try Central Park

it's guaranteed #

# Try any banker, bum

or barber #

# They almost all

knows how to read #

- # I smell money #

- # You smell foul #

# Met this girl

last night #

# Ahh, move your elbow #

# Pass the towel #

# For a buck I might #

# Ain't it a fine life #

# Carrying the banner

through it all #

# A mighty fine life #

# Carrying the banner

tough and tall #

# Every mornin'

we goes where we wishes #

# We's as free as fishes

sure beats washin' dishes #

# What a fine life #

# Carrying the banner

home-free all #

- Whoo!

- Yeah!

Whoo!

Move it! Go! Go!

C'mon, c'mon. Hurry up!

C'mon, c'mon.

Hurry up!

Get the lead outta your pants.

C'mon, move it.

Go, go, go!

Hurry!

Go, go, go!

# Summer stinks

and winter's waiting #

# Welcome to New York #

# Boy, ain't nature

fascinatin' #

# When yous gotta walk #

# Oh, it's a fine life #

# Carrying the banner

with me chums #

- # Carrying the banner with me chums #

- # A mighty fine life #

# Blowin' every nickel

as it comes #

- # Blowin' every nickel as it comes #

- # I'm no snoozer #

# Sittin' makes me antsy

I likes livin' chancy #

# Harlem to Delancey

what a fine life #

# Carrying the banner

through the slums #

# Blessed children #

# Though you wander

lost and depraved #

# Jesus #

# Loves you #

# You shall be saved #

- # Patrick #

- # Just give me half a cup #

- # Darling #

- # Something to wake me up #

- # Since you left me #

- # I gotta find an angle #

- # I am undone #

- # I gotta sell more papes #

- # Mother #

- # Wish I could catch a breeze #

- # Loves you #

- # Sure hope the headline's hot #

- # God save #

- # God help me if it's not #

- # My son #

- # I hate the headline

I'll make up a headline #

# And I'll say

anything I hafta #

# 'Cause it's two for a penny

if I take too many #

# Weasel just makes me

eat 'em afta #

# Look, they're putting up the headline

You call that a headline #

# I get better stories

from the copper on the beat #

# I was gonna start with 20

but a dozen'll be plenty #

# Tell me, how I'm gonna

make ends meet #

# We need a good

assassination #

# We need an earthquake

or a war #

# How 'bout

a crooked politician #

# Hey, stupid

that ain't news no more #

# Uptown to

Grand Central Station #

# Down to City Hall #

# We improves

our circulation #

# Walkin' 'til we fall #

# So, we'll be out there

carrying the banner man to man #

# Oh, we'll be out there

soakin' every sucker that we can #

# See the headlines

Newsies on a mission #

# Kill the competition

Sell the next edition #

# While we're out there

carrying the banner is the... #

Dear me.

What is that

unpleasant aroma?

I fear the sewer may have backed up

during the night.

- Too rotten to be the sewer.

- Yeah, yeah.

It must be

the Delancey brudders.

Hiya, boys.

In the back,

you lousy shrimp.

That's not good to do that,

not healthy.

You shouldn't be callin' people

lousy shrimps, Oscar,

unless you're referring to the family

resemblance in your brudder here.

Five-to-one the cowboy skunks 'em.

Who's bettin'?

Nah! Bum odds.

That's right, it's an insult.

So is this.

- Cowboy, look out!

- Where'd Cowboy go?

There he goes!

Where is he?

Atta boy!

What do you think

you're doing?

Runnin'!

# It's a fine life #

# Carrying the banner

through it all #

Thank you.

#A mighty fine life #

- # Carrying the banner tough and tall #

- Thank you.

# See the headlines

Newsies on a mission #

# Kill the competition

Sell the next edition #

# What a fine life

carrying the banner #

- # It's a fine life

carrying the banner #

- # Go get 'em, Cowboy #

- # It's a fine life

carrying the banner #

- # Go get 'em, Cowboy #

- # It's a fine life

carrying the banner #

- # Go get 'em, Cowboy #

- # It's a fine life

carrying the banner #

- # You've got 'em, Cowboy #

# Is a go ##

"Dese" is for the newsies.

Brilliant performance,

Jackie, brilliant!

- Better than yesterday's.

- You're too kind to me.

- We'll play again tomorrow, Cowboy.

- That'd be nice.

You're late, boys.

You're as good

as dead, Cowboy.

Mr. Weasel.

All right, all right!

Hold your horses.

I'm comin'.

Did ya miss me, Weasel?

Did ya miss me?

I told ya a million times,

the name is Weisel,

Mr. Weisel to you.

- How many?

- Don't rush me.

I'm perusin' the merchandise,

Mr. Weasel.

- The usual.

- One hundred papes to the wise guy.

- Next.

- Morning, Your Honor.

Listen, do me a favor,

spot me 50 papes, huh?

- I got a hot tip on the fourth.

You won't waste your money.

- It's a sure thing?

Oh, yeah.

Not like last time.

50 papes. Next!

Heya, Mr. Weisel.

- Anything good this mornin'?

- You wanna sit down?

- Next!

- 20 papes, please.

- 20 papes.

- Thanks.

Look at this:

"Baby Born With Two Heads."

Must be from Brooklyn.

Hey, hey, you got your papes.

Now beat it.

I paid for 20

and I only got 19.

Are you accusing me of lying, kid?

No, I just want my paper.

He said beat it.

No, it's 19, Weasel.

But don't worry about it.

It's an honest mistake.

Morris, he can't count

to 20 with his shoes on.

All right, get outta here.

- Race, will you spot me two bits?

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