Newsies-Original Broadway Cast - King of New York текст песни

Ya don t need money when you re famous, they gives ya whatever ya want!
Such as-
A pair of new shoes with matchin laces!
A permanent box at the Sheepshead Races!
Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle!
A personal puss on a wooden nickel!
Look at me! I m the king of New York!
Suddenly
I m respectable
Starin right at ya,
Lousy with stature!
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 terlit!
A barbershop haircut that cost a quarter!
A regular beat for the star reporter!
Amscray* punk! She s the king of New York!
*('scram' in pig latin)
Who da 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 let s get drunk! (Yeah!)
But not with liquor! Fame works quicker!
When you re king of New York!
I ll be either dead or dreamin
Cause look at that pape with my face beamin
Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it
But I was a 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 Delanceys
Pee in their pantsies!
Flashpots are shootin bright as a sun
I m one highfalutin son of a gun!
I guarantee!
Though I dropped out, I ain t tapped out!
I m the king of New...
Friends may flee
Let em ditch us
Snap my picture
You re the king of New...
History!
Front page story
Guts and glory
I m the king...
of New York!