Carrying the Banner – Paroles de la chanson – Newsies.

Fiche technique.

Compositeur : J. A. C. Redford / Alan Menken et Jack Feldman.
Label : Walt Disney Records.
Sortie : 10 avril 1992.
Film : Newsies – The News Boys.

Carrying the Banner.

Interprétée par les crieurs.

That’s my cigar.
You’ll steal anudder.
Hey, bummers, we got work to do.
Since when did you become me mudder ?
Ah, stop yer bawling.
Hey! Who asked you ?

Try Bottle Alley or the harbor.
Try Central Park, it’s guaranteed.
Try any banker, bum, or barber.
They almost all knows how to read.

I smell money.
You smell foul.
Met this girl last night.
Move your elbow.
Pass the towel.
For a buck, I might.

Ain’t it a fine life.
Carrying the banner through it all ?
A mighty fine life.
Carrying the banner tough and tall.
Every morning.
We goes where we wishes.
We’s as free as fishes.
Sure beats washing dishes.
What a fine life.
Carrying the banner home-free all.

It takes a smile as sweet as butter.
The kind that ladies can’t resist.
It takes an orphan with a stutter.
Who ain’t afraid ta use his.
Fist.

Summer stinks and winter’s waiting.
Welcome to New Yawk.
Boy, ain’t nature fascinating.
When youse gotta walk ?
Still, it’s a fine life.
Carrying the banner with me chums.
A mighty fine life.
Blowing every nickel as it comes.

I’m no snoozer.
Sitting makes me antsy.
I likes living chancy.

Harlem tah Delancey.
What a fine life.
Carrying the banner through the slums.

Blessed children.
Though you wander lost and depraved.
Jesus loves you.
You shall be saved.

Patrick, darling.
Since you left me I am undone.
Mother loves you.
God, save my son.

Just gimme half a cup.
Something ta wake me up.
I gotta find an angle.
I gotta sell more papes.

Papers is all I got.
Wish I could catch a breeze.
Sure hope the headline’s hot.
All I can catch is fleas.
God, help me if it’s not.
Somebody help me, please.

If I hate the headlines.
I’ll make up the 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.

Look! They’re puttin’ up the headline.
You call that a headline ?
I get better stories.
From the copper on the beat.
I was gonna start at twenty.
Now a dozen’ll be plenty.
Tell me, how’m I gonna make ends meet ?

What’s it say ?
That won’t pay.
So where’s your spot ?
God, it’s hot.
Will ya tell me.
How’m I gonna make ends meet ?

We need a good assassination.
We need an earthquake or a war.

How ’bout a crooked politician ?

Hey, stupid, that ain’t news no more.
Uptown to Grand Central Station.
Down to City Hall.
We improves our circulation.
Walking till we fall.

Still we’ll be out there.
Carrying the banner man to man.
We’ll be out there.
Soakin’ every sucker that we can.
See the headline.
Newsies on a mission.

Kill the competition.
Sell the next edition.
While we’re out there.
Carrying the banner is the.

Look, they’re puttin’ up the headline.
They call that a headline ?
The idiot who wrote it.
Must be workin’ for the Sun.
Did ya hear about the fire ?

Heard it killed old man Maguire.
Heard the toll was even higher.
Why do I miss all the fun ?
Hitched it on a trolley.
Meet ‘cha Forty-fourth and Second.
Little Italy’s a secret.
Bleecker’s further than I reckoned.
By the courthouse.
Near the stables.
On the corner someone beckoned and I.

It’s a fine life.
Carrying the banner through it all ?
A mighty fine life.
Carrying the banner tough and tall.
See the headline.
Newsies on a mission.
Kill the competition.
Sell the next edition.
What a fine life.
Carrying the banner.
It’s a fine life.
Carrying the banner.
It’s a fine life.
Carrying the banner.
It’s a fine life.
Carrying the banner.
It’s a fine life.
Carrying the banner.
It’s a.
Go.

Would you look at that headline ?
You call that a headline ?
I get better stories.
From the copper on the beat.
I was gonna start with twenty.
Now a dozen’ll be plenty.
Would you tell me how’m I ever.
Gonna make ends meet ?
Hitched it on a trolley.
Meetcha Forty-fourth and Second.
Little Italy’s a secret.
Bleecker’s further than I reckoned.
By the courthouse.
Near the stables.
On the corner someone beckoned.
Go get ’em Cowboy.
You got ’em now, boy.
Go get ’em, Cowboy.
You got ’em now, boy.
Go.

Carrying the Banner (Finale).

Interprétée par les crieurs.

Try Bottle Alley or the harbor.
Try Central Park it’s guaranteed.
Try any banker bum or barber.
They almost all knows how to read.
Summer stinks.
And winter’s waiting.
Specs, Itey and Snipeshooter-Welcome to New York.
Boy ain’t nature fascinating when you’s gotta walk.
It’s a fine life carrying the banner.
You got ’em Cowboy.

It’s a fine life carrying the banner.
You showed ’em Cowboy.
It’s a fine life carrying the banner.
You got ’em Cowboy.
It’s a fine life carrying the banner.
You showed ’em Cowboy.