King Of New York (From "Newsies"/Original Broadway Cast Recording)

King of New York - Kara Lindsay/Newsies Company/Ryan Breslin

Written by：Alan Menken/Jack Feldman

You don't need money when you're famous

They gives ya whatever ya want gratis

Such as

A pair of new shoes with matching laces

A permanent box at the Sheepshead Races

Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle

My personal puss on a wooden nickel

Look at me I'm the king of New York

Suddenly

I'm respectable staring right at'cha

Lousy with sta'cha

Nobbing with all the muckety mucks

I'm blowing my dough and going deluxe

And there I be

Ain't I pretty

It's my city

I'm the king of

A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it

My very own bed and an indoor terlet

A barbershop haircut that cost a quarter

A regular beat for the star 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

Pulitzers poodles

Almost about to drown in the drink

When she fished us out

And drowned us in ink

So let's get drunk

Yeah

Not with liquor fame works quicker

When you're king New

I gotta be either dead or dreaming

'Cause look at that pape with my face beaming

Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it

But I was a star for one whole minute

Look at me

I'm the king of New York

Wait and see

This is gonna make both the Delanceys

Pee in their pant sies

Flashpots are shooting bright as a sun

I'm one highfalluting 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

You're the king of New

History

Front page story

Guts and glory

I'm the king

Of New York