Lyrics Alan Menken

Alan Menken

King Of New York

A pair of new shoes with matching laces

A permanent box at Sheepshead Races

A porcelain tub with boiling water

A Saturday night with the Mayor's daughter!

Look at me

I'm the King of New York!

Suddenly

I'm respectable

Staring right atcha

Lousy with stature

Jack:

Nobbin' with all the muckety-mucks

I'm blowing my dough and going deluxe

And there I'll be!

Ain't I pretty?

(with Jack)

It's my city

I'm the King of New York!

A corduroy suit with fitted knickers

A mezzanine seat to see the flickers

Snipeshooter:

Havana cigars that cost a quarter

An editor's desk for our star reporter!

Tip your hat!

He's the King of New York

How about that?

I'm the King of New York

In nothing flat

He'll be covering

Brooklyn to Trenton

Our man Denton

Making the headlines out of a hunch

Protecting the weak

And paying for lunch

When I'm at bat

Strong men crumble

Proud yet humble.

(with Denton) He's (I'm) the King of New York

I gotta be either dead or dreaming

'Cuz look at that pape with my face beaming

Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it

But I was a star for one whole minute!

Starting now

I'm the King (of New York!)

Denton:

Ain't you heard?

I'm the King of New York!

Newsies:

Holy cow

It's a miracle

Pulitzer's crying

Weasel? He's dying!

Flashpots are shooting bright as the sun

I'm one hifalutin' sonuva gun!

Don't ask me how

Fortune found me

Fate just crowned me

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