NEWSGOILS FIGHTIN' OVER NEWSIES (My way!)
By. Snicker
To be sung to the tune of Carrying The Banner
(N=Natalie, GY=Gracey, G=Grace, R=Rachel, NFs=all da Newsgoils, NG= Newsgoil)
G: Hey, Crutchy's mine!
NG#8: Well, youse can have em'!
GY: And want is that supposed to mean?
NG#2: You all should know that Crutchy's mine now!
R: You goils stop fightin'!
NFS: Who asked you?
*musical interlude!!!!!!!!!! *
GY: OHMYGOD, Spot is such a hottie!
NG#4: Oh yeah, well you just get in line.
NG#13: So wait now there's more competition?!
NG#8: You really have to be so blind!
NG#10: I smell Itey!
GY: He smells dreadful!
R: Saw me boots last nigh!
N: GAAAAAH! I call Kid Blink!
NG#3: I thought he's taken
A: Only wish he might!
All NFs:
Ain't it a fine life, fightin' over news boys all day long!
A mighty fine life, claimin' all our newsies tough and tall
Every mornin' we'se shoot lookes and hisses
Lots a slaps and pinches
And we'se never misses
What a fine life
Fightin' over newsies free for all!
NG#9: Blink's got a smile sweet as buddah
N: The kind that I just can't resist!
NG#7: It takes a lady, with a bruddah
NG#9: Who ain't afraid ta use his-
R: FRICK!
NG#19 David stinks and Denton's dainty!
GY: Welcome to our lives.
NG#11: Boy ain't Jacky fascinating?
NG#13: Too bad he's gots a wife!
All NFs:
But it's a fine life fightin' for me newsie with these bums
A mighty fine life
Blowin' off dese sukas as 'dey come
G: I don't want Dutchy. Mush is kinda fighty. Les is way too tiny.
All NFs:
Boy you're awful whiney
What a fine life
Flippin' off these news freaks through da slums
Newsies in thoughts:
Stupid ladies
Though you beat each other to death
We still love you
You might get laid
Sung in counter point (*)
* NG#12:
Dutchy, Darling
Since you left me I am undone
I still love you
I'll have your son
*NG# 5: I'm giving Racetrack up
NG#8: Well it took ya long enuff
NG#3: I gotta change my newsie
NG#16: You really should shut up.
NGs #2, G, GY, N, 9-13: We love our newsies lots. Actually that's all we'se gots. Our boys sure are hot. Mines always in my dreams. Always time for fantasies. Wow we're really obsessed, geez. *
If I hate your newsie
I'll insult your newsie and I'll say anything I hafta
Cuz if you to dis me newsie you be in a duzi cuz I'll soak ya so you can't walk afta
Sung in counter point (*)
NFs Group #1:
Look, that goil is with me Bumlets! I want back me Bumlets! This is really awful im-a soak her on da spot! She could have taken Dutchy or maybe even Crutchy. So tell me how im ever gonna get him back to me?
Group #2: Yeah I'm sure
Cuz youse insane
But where is Spot?
God, he's hot
I wonder when he'll finally say that he wants me!
All NFs:
We need some good assassinations
We'll prolly' even start a war!
R: Can't we just have a calm discussion?
All NFs:
Hey, stupid, we told ya once before!
We'll fight in Grand Central Station
Even in the mall!
We'll defend our Newsies passion
Fightin' till we fall!
*NF group # 1:
Still we'll be out there
Fightin' over newsies like a man!
You'll see us out there
Soakin every sucker that we can
Screamin' "He's mine!"
Newsies are our mission
Kill the competition
Beat ya to submission
We'll be out there fightin over newsies like the --
* NF group #2: Look, you know Skittery's mine He'll always be mine Sure, there's other newsies but they're not half as fun! Did I hear ya dis my Specs? Better show him some respect Or I'm gonna get upset And for you it won't be fun I'll hitch ya on a trolley Maybe beat ya for a second Make you cry like you mean it It'll hurt lots, I reckon Burn your eyebrows Cuz I'm able Maybe cut you into sections and I-- (Musical Interlude) SUNG IN COUNTER POINT (*) * NF group #1: It's a fine life Fightin' over newsies through it all A mighty fine life Fightin' over newsies tough and tall Screamin' "He's mine!" Newsies are our mission Kill the competition Beat you to submission What a fine life Fightin' over newsies It's a fine life Fightin' over newsies It's a fine life Fightin' over newsies It's a fine life Fightin' over newsies It's a fine life Fightin' over newsies It's a Go! * NF group #2: Look, you know that the boy's is mine. He'll always be mine. There's other newsies But you know he can't be beat! Yeah, your newsie's hunky But he looks like a monkey Would you tell me how'm I ever Gonna like that newsie? I'll hitch ya on a trolley Maybe beat ya for a second Make you cry like you mean it It'll hurt lots, I reckon Burn your eyebrows Cuz I'm able Then I'll cut you into sections Gonna get my boy! I've got him now! Joy! Gonna get my boy! I've got him now! Joy! Go!