Mush: A pair of new shoes with matchin laces! Racetrack: A permanent box at Sheepshead races. Spot: A porcelain tub with boilin water! Kid Blink: A Saturday night with the mayor's daughter! Racetrack: Look at me, I'm the king of New York. Suddenly, I'm respectable, starin right atcha, lousy with stature. Jack: Nobbin with all the muckety mucks, I'm blowin my dough and goin deluxe. Racetrack: And there I be. Ain't I pretty Both: It's my city, I'm the king of New York. Boots: A courduroy suit with fitted knickers. Les: A mezzanine seat to see the flickers. Snipeshooter: Havannah cigars that cost a quarter. David: An editor's desk for the star reporter! Newsies: Tip your hat, he's the king of New York. Denton: How bout that, I'm the king of New York! Newsies: In nothin' flat, he'll be coverin' Brooklyn to Trenton, our man Denton. Kid Blink: Makin' a headline out of a hunch. Denton: Protecting the weak Racetrack: And payin for lunch. Denton: When I'm at bat, strong men crumble Racetrack: Proud yet humble, Both: I'm (he's) the king of New York. Newsies: I've gotta be either dead or dreamin. Cuz 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. Denton: Ain't ya heard? I'm the king of New York! Newsies: Holy cow, it's a miracle. Pulitzer's cryin, Weasel, he's dyin. Flashpots are shootin bright as the sun. I'm one high falutin son of a gun. Don't ask me how fortune found me, Fate just crowned me. Now I'm the 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!