Finale

With the strike settled, I should probably be hittin' the road
I don't get it. What's Santa Fe got that New York ain't?
Or better yet, what's New York got that Santa Fe ain't?
New York's got us, and we're family
And you've got one more ace up your sleeve
What would that be?
Me. Wherever you go, I'm there right by your side
For sure?
For sure.

Don't take much to be a dreamer
All you do is close your eyes
But some made-up world is all you ever see
Now my eyes is finally open
And my dreams, they's average-size
But they don't much matter if you ain't with me.

We'll all be out there
Carrying the banner man to man
We're always out there
Soakin' ev'ry sucker that we can
Here's the headline:
Newsies on a mission
Kill the competition
Sell the next edition
We'll be out there
Carrying the banner
See us out there
Carrying the banner
Always out there
Carrying the banner.

Look at me!
I'm the king of New York!
Suddenly
I'm respectable
Starin' right at ya
Lousy with stature!

Glory be!
I'm the king of New York!
Victory!
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Guts and glory
I'm the king
of New York!