King of New York

"King of New York" is a song from Newsies sung by the newsies after having a story printed about them in the newspaper.

Lyrics
A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces

A permanent box at Sheepshead races

A porcelain tub with boilin' water

A Saturday night with the Mayor's daughter

Look at me

I'm the King of New York

Suddenly, I'm respectable

Starin' right at 'cha

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 corduroy suit with fitted knickers

A mezzanine seat to see the flickers

Havana cigars that cost a quarter

An editor's desk for the Star Reporter

Tip your hat

He's the King of New York

How 'bout that

I'm the King of New York

In nothing flat

He'll be covering

Brooklyn to Trenton

Our man Denton

Makin' a headline out of a hunch

Protecting the weak and payin' for lunch

When I'm at bat, strong men crumble

Proud yet humble

I'm the King of New York

(He's the King of New York)

I gotta 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

Startin' now I'm the King of New York Ain't ya heard? I'm the King of New York

Holy cow, it's miracle

Pulitzer's cryin'

Weasel, he's dyin'

Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun

I'm one highfalutin' son of a gun

Don't ask me how

Fortune found me

Fate just crowned me

Now I'm King of New York

Look and see

Once a piker

Now a striker

I'm the King of New York

Victory

Front page story

Guts and glory

I'm the King of New York