| Jack:
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| Pulitzer and Hearst, they think we’re nothing!
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| Are we nothing?
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| Newsies:
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| No!
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| Jack:
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| Pulitzer and Hearst, they think they got us Do they got us?
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| Newsies:
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| No!
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| Jack:
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| Even though we ain’t got hats or badges
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| We’re a union just by saying so And the World will know!
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| What’s it gonna take to stop the wagons?
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| Are we ready?
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| Newsies:
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| Yeah!
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| Jack:
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| What’s it gonna take to stop the scabbers?
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| Can we do it?
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| Newsies:
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| Yeah!
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| Jack:
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| We’ll do what we gotta do until we Break the will of mighty Bill and Joe!
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| ALL:
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| And the World will know!
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| And the Journal too!
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| Mister Hearst and Pulitzer
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| Have we got news for you
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| Now the World will hear
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| What we got to say
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| We been hawking headlines
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| But we’re making 'em today
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| And our ranks will grow
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| Crutchy:
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| And we’ll kick their rear
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| ALL:
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| And the World will know
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| That we been here!
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| Jack:
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| When the circulation bell starts ringing,
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| Will we hear it?
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| Newsies:
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| No!
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| Jack:
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| What if the Delanceys come out swinging?
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| Will we hear it?
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| ALL:
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| No!
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| When you got a hundred voices singing
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| Who can hear a lousy whistle blow?
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| And the world will know
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| That this ain’t no game
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| That we got a ton of rotten fruit and perfect aim
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| So they gave their word
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| But it ain’t worth beans
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| Now they’re gonna see what
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| «Stop the presses"really means
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| And the day has come
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| And the time is now
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| And the fear is gone
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| Boots:
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| And their name is mud!
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| Newsies:
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| And the strike is on Boots:
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| And I can’t stand blood!
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| Newsies:
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| And the world will--
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| Jack:
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| Pulitzer may own the World but he don’t own us …
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| Newsies:
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| Pulitzer may own the World but he don’t own--
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| Jack:
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| Pulitzer may crack the whip but he won’t whip us!
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| Newsies:
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| Pulitzer may crack the whip
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| But he won’t whip us!
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| And the world will know
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| And the world will learn
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| And the world will wonder how
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| We made the tables turn
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| And the world will see
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| That we had to choose
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| That the things we do today
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| Will be tomorrow’s news
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| And the old will fall
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| And the young stand tall
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| And the time is now
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| And the winds will blow
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| And our ranks will grow
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| And grow, and grow
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| And so The world will feel the fire
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| And finally know |