King of New York is a song from Newsies sung by the newsies after having a story printed about them in the newspaper.


Race: Ya don’t need money when you’re famous, they gives ya whatever ya want! Such as-
A pair of 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 ya,
Lousy with stature!

Jack: Nobbin’ with all the muckety-mucks
I’m blowin’ my dough and goin’ deluxe!
Race: And there I be!
Ain’t I pretty?
Race and Jack: It’s my city
I’m the king of New York!
A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it!

Les: My very own bed and an indoor terlit!
A barbershop haircut that cost a quarter!
A regular beat for the star reporter!
Amscray punk! She’s the king of New York!

Katherine: Who’da thunk? I’m the king of New York!
We was sunk, pale, and pitiful!

Katherine & Newsies: Buncha wet noodles!
Pulitzer’s poodles!

Les: Almost about to drown in the drink?
When she fished us out?And drowned us in ink!

Katherine: So let’s get drunk! (Yeah!)
But not with liquor! Fame works quicker! When you’re king of New York!

Newsies: I’ll 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*
Look at me!
I’m the king of New York!
Wait and see!
This is gonna make both the Delancey's
Pee in their pantsies!
Flashpots are shootin’ bright as a sun
I’m one highfalutin’ son of a gun!
I guarantee! Though I dropped out, I ain’t tapped out!
I’m the king of New...Friends may flee
Let ‘em ditch us
Snap my picture
You’re the king of New...History!
Front page story
Guts and glory
I’m the king...of New York!