Carrying the Banner Songtext
von Jeremy Jordan

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... oh ho, partly cloudy clear by evenin′!
Ha and the limp sells 50 papes a week 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
What a fine life
Carryin' the banner through the

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 there)
Homemade (papers is all I got) (it′s 88 degrees)
Biscuits (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
Newsies 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
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′ every 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