Newsies Original Broadway Cast - King Of New York Lyrics

Me: *gets a D insted of a F*
Me 5 min later: *LoOk At Me Im ThE kInG oF nEw YoRk

My high school did this show this year and this song got the most applause

Just did this for 6th grade play just thought them mentioning liquor was a little advanced 😋🤣😖

Katherine: So let’s get drunk!
Newsies: YEAH!
Katherine: Not with liquor!
Newsies: awww...

I love this song and it’s my fav song in this musical

LYRICS:

You don't need money when you're famous
They gives you whatever you want, gratis
Such as
A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces
A permanent box at 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 '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 solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it
My very own bed and an indoor terlet
A barber shop haircut that costs 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
Pulitzer's poodles
Almost about to drown in the drink
When she fished us out
And drowned us in ink
So lets get drunk
Yeah
Not with liquor, fame works quicker
When you're 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 the 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 Delancey's
Pee in their pant-sies
Flashpots are shootin' bright as a sun
I'm one highfallutin' 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
Your the king of New
History, front page story
Guts and glory, I'm the king of New York

[RACE]
Ya don't need money when you're famous! They gives ya whatever you want, gratis!

[HENRY]
Such as...?

[RACE]
A pair o' new shoes with matchin' laces

[ROMEO]
A permanent box at the Sheepshead Races

[HENRY]
Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle

[FINCH]
My personal puss on a wooden nickel!

[RACE]
Look at me, I'm the King of New York!
Suddenly, I'm respectable
Starin' right at'cha
Lousy with stature

[ALBERT]
Nobbin' with all the muckety-mucks
I'm blowin' my dough, and goin' deluxe


[RACE]
And there I be!
Ain't I pretty?

[RACE & HENRY]
It's my city
I'm the King of New York!

[JOJO]
A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it

[LES]
My very own bed and an indoor terlet

[MUSH]
A barbershop haircut that cost a quarter

[DAVEY]
A regular beat for the star reporter!

[RACE]
Am-scray, punk
She's the King of New York!

[KATHERINE]
Whod'a thought! I'm the king of New York!


[NEWSIES]
We was sunk, pale and pitiful

[KATHERINE]
Bunch'a wet noodles

[KATHERINE & NEWSIES]
Pulitzer's poodles!

[LES]
Almost about to drown in the drink

[BUTTONS]
When she fished us out

[RACE]
And drowned us in ink!

[KATHERINE]
So let's get drunk!

[NEWSIES]
Yeah!

[KATHERINE]
Not with liquor, fame works quicker
When you're King of New York!


[NEWSIES]
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!

[Dance Break]

[KATHERINE & NEWSIES]
Look at me
I'm the King of New York!
Wait and see!
This is gonna make both the Delanceys
Pee in their pants-sies!
Flashpots are shootin' bright as a sun
I'm one highfalutin' 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!

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VICTORY! FRONT PAGE STORY!

Katherine starts tapping @2:21

🌻I'm sad they didn't keep "A Saturday night with yhe Mayor's Daughter!" :(🌻

me at school randomly in math: LOOK AT ME, *Picks up chair and throws it* IM THE KING OF NEWYORK

You don't need money when you're famous
They gives you whatever you want, gratis
Such as
A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces
A permanent box at 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 '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 solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it
My very own bed and an indoor terlet
A barber shop haircut that costs 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
Pulitzer's poodles
Almost about to drown in the drink
When she fished us out
And drowned us in ink
So lets get drunk
Yeah
Not with liquor, fame works quicker
When you're 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 the star for one whole minute
Look at me
I'm the king of New York
Wait and see
This is gonna make both the Delancey's
Pee in their pant-sies
Flashpots are shootin' bright as a sun
I'm one highfallutin' 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
Your the king of New
History, front page story
Guts and glory, I'm the king of New York

instagram influencers be like

My teacher kept listening to this during class and I was like "where the heck does this come from????"

*VICIOUS TAP DANCING*

The woild is yer erster.

I like that in the beginning some of the boys want extravagant things like a box at the races and a solid gold toilet and the rest of them are like "Can I have a sandwich" or "Matching shoelaces" or a haircut

*looks back on musical theatre days*

Ooh god no 😂

Me at 1:46 when the level 9 Ike CPU is kicking my butt and needs to calm the heck down so I can win.

I’m in newsies at my high school and we don’t have a les so we changed les to Sarah and I’m Sarah so I have to sing with kathrine uwu

I did a production of this

I’m doing a musical and this is it and honestly I’m so terrified to do this dance number in front of the crowd lol🤣

I LOVE THIS AAAAAA

In the newsies I saw during this song they tapped danced

My head has had this soundtrack on shuffle play since my local theatre did the show.

You don't need money when you're famous
They gives you whatever you want, gratis

Such as

A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces
A permanent box at 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 '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 solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it
My very own bed and an indoor terlet
A barber shop haircut that costs 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
Pulitzer's poodles
Almost about to drown in the drink
When she fished us out
And drowned us in ink
So lets get drunk
Yeah

Not with liquor, fame works quicker
When you're 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 the star for one whole minute

Look at me
I'm the king of New York
Wait and see
This is gonna make both the Delancey's
Pee in their pant-sies
Flashpots are shootin' bright as a sun
I'm one highfallutin' 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
Your the king of New
History, front page story
Guts and glory, I'm the king of New York

Crutchie: beaten, captured, probably dead
Jack: Beaten, missing, probably dead
Davey, Katherine, Les and the rest of the Newsies: *tap dancing intensifies*

XD thats true lol

Hotel? Trivago

This is good because I'm doing a theatre musical on this

If anyone has any tapping tips so I have a shot at being race in the school play that would very appreciated please help I've never tapped before!

I'd recommend putting your foot on the ground a couple times and *watch* *what* *happens*

NO I’M the King of New York

Man my highschool is doing newsies for the fall play and I want so badly to be race but I'm a freshman so there's like no chance 😢

Also I'm a girl

It's not a proper musical with out a tap dance break

You are not a true actor until you’ve sung this or carrying the banner in front of people

lmao they had to be child friendly so they didnt mention the "saturday night with the mayor's daughter"

*breaks legs*

my dance studio did this song last year for competition season and i’m still loving this song (we always came first)

Ben Cook did it better. Personal opinion.

You don't need money when you're famous
They gives you whatever you want, gratis

Such as

A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces
A permanent box at 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 '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 solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it
My very own bed and an indoor terlet
A barber shop haircut that costs 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
Pulitzer's poodles
Almost about to drown in the drink
When she fished us out
And drowned us in ink
So lets get drunk
Yeah

Not with liquor, fame works quicker
When you're 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 the star for one whole minute

Look at me
I'm the king of New York
Wait and see
This is gonna make both the Delancey's
Pee in their pant-sies
Flashpots are shootin' bright as a sun
I'm one highfallutin' 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
Your the king of New
History, front page story
Guts and glory, I'm the king of New York

I sang “pastrami on rye with a sour pickle” FOR A SOLO IN 6th GRADE THOSE DAYS WERE STRESSFUL

who else tries to dance along but ends up out of breathe!!!!

Me: **breaks a chair** LOOK AT ME
My mom: oh no.
Me: **throws newspaper in the air** I'M THE KING OF NEW YORK!!!
My mom: *YOU LIVE IN PENNSYLVANIA*

we live in the same state hehehe

Ur a intellectual as well i see

1 state over, 🤷‍♂️

At newsies rehearsal at my school we accidentally broke a chait

whole mood,,

When you watch newsies so much that when you hear these you see the dances in your brain.

This one song is just one big flex battle to see who the superior dancer is, change my mind.

Race: When ya famous, they gives ya whateva ya want, gratis!
James Charles: oh rly

I'm sorry I had to

I wish Katherine was in the movie

Catherine-“SO LETS GET DRUNK!!”
Newsies-“YEAHH!!!”
Catherine-“NOT WITH LIQUOR!”
Newsies-“aww...”
I can’t with this part! Lol anyone else?

Disney Brennan, Brennan and his crew meets Johnathon.

Thank you
Also me and ma fam tho

I had to do a production for this when I did competitive dance and it was so fun.

I saw the recording of newsies and this song is incredible.. and wow

Who was that singing in the beginning it sounds like mike but at the Macy’s day parade someone else is singing it

Hehe this is my tap song for my dance i go too

My frend played in this play

THIS IS SHIT

1992 version is better

I’m sad that this didn’t make it into the cast recording, in the live recording Davey responds to Katherine’s little dance with, “That’s it?!”

Gets a good grade on a test
*Me:*

We sing a different version in choir class every day and there’s a line that goes “Saturday night with the mayors daughter” and every time me and my friend glance at each other from across the room😂

I was trying so hard to challenge myself not to sing along, but.....I failed within the first second 😅😅

Is it a coincidence that "Satisfied" is a suggestion after listening to this?
No? Okay :,)

The little boy's voice is so cute!

Its Les!

My school is doing a play and I got a role and practice is tommorw and were singing this song

Race came striding over to Albert. “For jumpin’ Jack’s sake, can’t you stow the seriosity long enough to just drink”—he punched to Albert’s left—”in”—he punched to Albert’s right—”the mo-o-o-o-oment.” He jabbed both fists rapidly in the direction of Albert’s chest so his words bounced up and down, then flung an arm around Albert and clamped him against his side in a crushing embrace. “I’m famous!” Albert winced as Race’s high-pitched voice cracked right next to his ear.
Henry was standing on one of the tables holding the newspaper and raised skeptical brows at Race’s bold cry. “Yeah… what of it?”
Race was pulled back to reality and scowled at Henry. Releasing Albert, he took his cigar out of his mouth to scoff, “Well, are you stupid or what. When you’re famous”—he adopted a dreamy voice—”da world’s yer erster.” He grinned, proud of himself, and popped his cigar back in his mouth, adjusting his cap.
Everyone looked utterly baffled.
Henry stared in confusion. “Ya what?”
Race paused and looked at him like he was an idiot. “Your erster.”
Henry swung his head to look at the boys next to him questioningly. Race turned to Albert for support, but he simply shrugged. “Your erster!” cried Race.
More confusion. Katherine had a hand over her mouth to hide her smile.
“Your erster!” Race grew frustrated. “You know, the fancy clam with the pearl inside!” He mimed a clam with his hands.
Upon hearing that, everyone began shouting at him at once, throwing their hands up in digust.
“All right, all right!” called Henry over the clamor, deciding to play Race’s game. He looked meaningfully at Race. “How much does bein’ famous pay?”
Race scoffed and waved him off dismissively as he walked over to lean against the table by Katherine. “Oh, you don’t need money when yer famous.” He grabbed the pape from Henry and shrugged. “They gives you whatever you want! Gratis!”
Henry raised his eyebrows. “Such as?”
“A pair of new shoes with matchin’ laces,” Race sang, pretending to scribble on the pape with his cigar.
Romeo sidled up to the table and grabbed the pape. “A permanent box on the Sheepshead races.”
“Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle,” added Henry.
“A personal puss on a wooden nickel!” Finch joined in.
Race snatched the pape from Romeo and strolled to the front of the middle table, dancing wildly. “Look at me,” he sang. “I’m the king of New York!” He strutted up to Albert, jabbing a finger at him. “Suddenly. I’m respectable. Starin’ right at’cha, lousy with stature.”
Tucking his walking stick under his arm, Albert marched past Race, stealing the pape. “Nobbin’ with all the muckety-mucks, I’m blowin’ my dough and goin’ deluxe—”
“And there I be,” sang Race, retrieving the pape, leaping on top of the middle table, and catching a glass someone threw him and holding it out in a toast. “Ain’t I pretty? It’s my city, I’m the king of New York—”
“A solid gold watch with a chain to twerl it,” Jo Jo interrupted, taking the paper, then handing it to Les as the kid joined in:
“My very own bed and an indoor terlet.”
“A barber shop haircut that costs a quarter,” Mush added.
Davey seized the pape and handed it to Katherine. “A regular beat for the star reporter!”
“Am-scray, punk!” Race flicked Davey in the back of the shoulder and gestured to Katherine. “She’s the king of New York!”
“Whod’a thunk? I’m the king of New York!” Katherine sang, holding her hands out to the group as a few of the newsies picked up the table she was sitting on and carried it to the back of the room to make room for dancing.
“We was sunk,” sang the newsies. “Pale and pitiful—”
“Buncha wet noodles—” Katherine agreed.
“Pultizer’s poodles,” they all finished together.
“Almost about to drown in the drink—” sang Les.
Buttons jumped in. “When she fished us out—”
“And drowned us in ink,” Race interrupted.
“So let’s get drunk!” cried Katherine.
“Yeah!” the newsies roared.
“Not with liquor,” amended Katherine, “fame works quicker (“awww”), when you’re king of New York.”


The newsies sang together:
“I gotta be either dead or dreamin’,
‘Cause look at that pape with my face beamin’.”
Katherine flared the pape and held it flat against her chest, beaming.
“Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it
But I was the star for one whole minute!


“Look at me:
I’m the king of New York
Wait and see:
This is gonna make both the Delancey’s
Pee in their pant-sies.
Flash pots are shootin’ bright as the sun
I’m one highfallutin’ 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!”

Best part is 3:24

3:20 of you want to skip the dance break

WHY WOULD WE WANT TO DO THAT

The world is your eyster

You don't need money when you're famous
They gives you whatever you want, gratis

Such as

A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces
A permanent box at 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 '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 solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it
My very own bed and an indoor terlet
A barber shop haircut that costs 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
Pulitzer's poodles
Almost about to drown in the drink
When she fished us out
And drowned us in ink
So lets get drunk
Yeah

Not with liquor, fame works quicker
When you're 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 the star for one whole minute

Look at me
I'm the king of New York
Wait and see
This is gonna make both the Delancey's
Pee in their pant-sies
Flashpots are shootin' bright as a sun
I'm one highfallutin' 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
Your the king of New
History, front page story
Guts and glory, I'm the king of New York

0:28 you can't tell me that's *not* Lin Manuel Miranda

Spielen das tea fOR reAL 😂

Some NoToCeD

OMYGOSH

FaCtS wE fOuNd YoU lIn...cant hide from the fan people

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what do you want for your birthday?

me: a pair of new shoes with matching laces-

A permanent box at the sheepshead races

Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle ^w^

My personal puss on a wooden nickle. ;)

I’m literally obsessed with this song right now!

I competed a dance to this and it was so much fun

My very own bed and indoor turlet

This makes me so happy words cannot express how much I love this

MY CHILD IS FAMOUS IN NEW YORK








MIKE FAIST!

The Gay Is OK Just Look At Me
Yes

Why are they out on the streets selling newspapers? They should sing and dance for a theater! Make a LOT more money!

It's fuckin TR3YWAY

Looking for a queen

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLGR4BvqfZglkkJ6gIKFAQJCjPcM9MGxUw want a playlist with all the origanal movie music just in broadway version? 👆 watch this

My school is doing Newsies. Guess who's Katherine?

Omg is it you?! Congrats! I wish my school would do Newsies but we're doing Little Mermaid. Have fun!!!

My school is doing it too. But I'm in tech crew.

Katherine: SO LETS GET DRUNK!
Davey: yay...
Katherine: Not with liquor..
Davey: oh thank god

Watched this yesterday at a Theatre Center with a couple freinds, loved it!!

When Benjamin Tyler Cook is the only Racetrack Higgins you love.

6ix9ine

This is the second best musical. (Hamilton is first)

When Katharine tapped like what they thought was a child, my friend who was Race (we just did this at the local theatre I volunteer at) yelled at my friend who played Katharine "THAT WAS TERRIBLE. NO." and she walked towards him and he went "I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT." the last two performances. I died of laughter and so did everyone else in the audience.