"Home" from "Beauty and the Beast"

Yes, I made the choice
For Papa, I will stay
But I don't deserve to lose my freedom in this way
You monster
If you think that what you've done is right, well then
You're a fool
Think again

Is this home?
Is this where I should learn to be happy?
Never dreamed
That a home could be dark and cold
I was told
Every day in my childhood
Even when we grow old
Home will be where the heart is
Never were words so true
My heart's far, far away
Home is, too

Is this home?
Is this what I must learn to believe in?
Try to find
Something good in this tragic place
Just in case
I should stay here forever
Held in this empty space
Oh, but that won't be easy
I know the reason why
My heart's far, far away
Home's a lie

What I'd give to return
To the life that I knew lately
But I know that I can't
Solve my problems going back

Is this home?
Am I here for a day or forever?
Shut away
From the world until who knows when
Oh, but then
As my life has been altered once
It can change again
Build higher walls around me
Change every lock and key
Nothing lasts
Nothing holds
All of me
My heart's far, far away
Home and free

"King of New York" from "Newsies"

RACE
Ya don't need money when you're famous. They gives ya whatever ya want gratis!
HENRY
Such as . . . ?
RACE
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'cha,
Lousy with stat'cha.
ALBERT
Nobbin' with all the muckety-mucks,
I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe.
RACE
And there I be!
Ain't I pretty?
RACE, HENRY
It's my city.
I'm the king of New York!
JO JO
A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it . . .
LES
My very own bed and an indoor terlet . . .
MUSH
A barbershop haircut that costs a quarter . . .
DAVEY
(Indicating KATHERINE)
A regular beat for the star reporter!
RACE
Am-scray, punk,
She's the king of New York!
KATHERINE
Who'd'a thunk!
I'm the king of New York!
NEWSIES
We was sunk,
Pale and pitiful,
KATHERINE
Bunch of wet noodles,
KATHERINE, NEWSIES
Pulitzer's poodles.
LES
Almost about to drown in the drink,
BUTTONS
When she fished us out
RACE
And drowned us in ink!
KATHERINE
So let's get drunk!
NEWSIES
Yeah!
KATHERINE
Not with liquor.
Fame works quicker
When you're king of New York.
NEWSIES
I gotta 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!
NEWSIES, KATHERINE
Look at me:
I'm the king of New York!
Wait and see:
This is gonna make
Both the DeLanceys
Pee in their pant-sies.
Flashpots are shootin'
Bright as the sun!
I'm one high-fallutin'
Son-of-a-gun!
I guarantee:
Though I crapped out,
I ain't tapped out
I'm the king of New--
Friends may flee.
Let 'em ditch'ya!
Snap one pit'cha,
You're the king of New--
History!
Front page story,
Guts and glory,
I'm the king of New York!

"Brooklyn's Here" from "Newsies"

Newsies need our help today.
Newsies need our help today.
Tell 'em Brooklyns on the way.
Tell 'em Brooklyns on the way.
We're from Brooklyn.
We are newsies.
We are Brooklyn,
Newsies.
Just got word that our buddies is hurtin'.
Facing total disaster for certain.
That our cue boys it's time to go slummin'.
Hey Manhattan, the cavalry's coming.
Have no fear,
(You know we got your back from way back.)
Brooklyns here.
(We'll get your payback with some payback.)
We're the boys from the beaches of Brighton.
Prospect Park and the navy yard pier.
Strikes aint fun but they sure is exciting.
Loud and clear, Brooklyns here.
Borough what gave me birth,
Friendliest place on earth.
Pay us a visit and see what we means.
And when you do...
When you do...
When you do...
We'll kick you half way to Queens.
Now them soakers is in for a soakin'
What a sad way to end a career.
Theys a joke but if they thinks were joking.
Load and clear...
MANHATTANS HERE
FLUSHINGS HERE
RICHMONDS HERE
WOODSIDES HERE
SO IS THE BRONX
(Stick out tongue noise)
Brooklyns here,
Loud and clear.
We is here!

"Watch What Happens" from "Newsies"

"Write what you know," so they say.
All I know is I don't know what to write
Or the right way to write it.
This is big, lady, don't screw it up.
This is not some little vaudeville
I'm reviewing.
Poor, little kids versus rich, greedy sour pusses:
Ha! It's a cinch, it could practically write itself.
And let's pray it does 'cause as I may have mentioned,
I have no clue what I'm doing.
Am I insane? This is what I've been waiting for.
Well, that, plus the screaming of ten angry editors.
A girl? It's a girl. How the hell? Is that even legal?
Look, just go and get her.
Not only that, there's a story behind the story.
Thousands of children exploited, invisible. Speak up!
Take a stand, and there's someone to write about it.
That's how things get better.
Give life's little guys some ink,
And when it dries, just watch what happens.
Those kids will live and breathe right on the page,
And once they're center stage,
You watch what happens.
And who's there with her camera and her pen
As boys turn into men.
They'll storm the gates
And then just watch what happens when they do.
Picture a handsome, heroicly charismatic,
Plain-spoken know-nothing
Skirt chading cocky little son of a--
Lie down with dogs and you wake up
With a raise and a promotion.
So he's a flirt, a complete ego-maniac.
The fact is he's also the face of strike.
What a face. Face the fact, that's a face that could save us all
From sinking in the ocean.
Like someone said, power tends to corrupt,
And absolute power--wait, wait, corrupts absolutely!
That is genius! But give me some time.
I'll be twice as good as that six months from never.
Just look around at the world we're inheriting,
And think of the one we'll create.
Their mistake is they got old.
That is not a mistake we'll be making.
No sir, we'll stay young forever!
Give those kids and me the brand new century,
And watch what happens.
It's David and Goliath: do or die,
The fight is on and I can't watch what happens.
But all I know is:
Nothing happens if you just give in.
It can't be any worse than how it's been.
And it just so happens that we just might win.
So whatever happens, let's begin!

"Seize the Day" from "Newsies"

DAVEY
Now is the time to seize the day,
Stare down the odds and seize the day.
Minute by minute, that's how you win it,
We will find a way.
But let us seize the day.
Courage cannot erase our fear.
Courage is when we face our fear.
Tell those with power, safe in their tower.
We will not obey.
DAVEY, JACK
Behold the brave battalion that stands side by side,
Too few in number and too proud to hide.
Then say to the others who did not follow through,
"You're still our brothers, and we will fight for you."
DAVEY, JACK, CRUTCHIE
Now is the time to seize the day,
Stare down the odds and seize the day.
NEWSIES
Once we've begun,
If we stand as one,
Someday becomes somehow.
And a prayer becomes a vow.
JACK
And the strike starts right damn now!
DAVEY
Now is the time to seize the day.
NEWSIES
Now is the time to seize the day.
DAVEY
Answer the call and don't delay.
NEWSIES
Answer the call and don't delay.
DAVEY, NEWSIES
Wrongs will be righted
If we're united.
Let us seize the day.
JACK
Now let 'em hear it loud and clear.
NEWSIES
Now let 'em hear it loud and clear.
JACK
Like it or not we're drawing near.
NEWSIES
Like it or not we're drawing near.
JACK, NEWSIES
Proud and defiant,
We'll slay the giant.
Judgement day is here.
Houston to Harlem, look what's begun.
One for all and all for one!
Strike!
Strike!
Strike!
Strike!
Strike!
Strike!
Strike!
Strike!
Strike!
Strike!
Oh, strike!
(Instrumental)
Now is the time to seize the day.
They're gonna see there's hell to pay.
Nothing can break us,
No one can make us quit before we're done.
One for all and all for
One for all and all for
One for all and all for one!

"Skid Row (Downtown)" from "Little Shop of Horrors"

WOMAN
Alarm goes off at seven
And you start uptown.
You put in your eight hours
For the powers that have always been,
Till it's five p.m.

BUM 1
Then you go.

COMPANY
Downtown,
Where the folks are broke.
Downtown,
Where your life's a joke.
Downtown,
When you buy your token, you go
Home to Skid Row.

BUM 2
Yes, you go.

COMPANY
Downtown,
Where the cabs don't stop.
Downtown,
Where the food is slop.
Downtown,
Where the hop-heads flop in the snow.
Down on Skid Row.

Uptown you cater to a million jerks.
Uptown you're messengers and mail room clerks.
Eating all your lunches at the hot dog carts.
The bosses take your money and they break your hearts.
Uptown you cater to a million whores.
You disinfect terrazzo on their bathroom floors.
Your morning's tribulation, afternoon's a curse,
And five o'clock is even worse.

BUM 3
That's when you go

COMPANY
Downtown.

AUDREY
Where the guys are drips.

COMPANY
Downtown.

AUDREY
Where they rip your slips.

COMPANY
Downtown.

AUDREY
Where relationships are no go
Down on Skid Row.

COMPANY
Down on Skid Row.

AUDREY
Down on Skid Row.

COMPANY
Down on Skid Row.

AUDREY
Down on Skid Row.

COMPANY
Down on Skid Row.

AUDREY, COMPANY
Down on Skid Row!

SEYMOUR
Poor!
All my life I've always been poor.
I keep asking God what I'm for,
And he tells me, "Gee, I'm not sure.
Sweep that floor, kid!"
Oh!
I started life as an orphan, a child of the street.
Here on Skid Row,
He took me in, gave me shelter, a bed,
Crust of bread, and a job.
Treats me like dirt,
Calls me a slob,
Which I am.
So I live.

COMPANY
Downtown.

SEYMOUR
That's your home address.
Ya live.

COMPANY
Downtown.

SEYMOUR
When your life's a mess.
Ya live.

COMPANY
Downtown.

SEYMOUR
Where depression's jes' status quo.

COMPANY
Down on Skid Row.

SEYMOUR
Someone show me a way to get outta here,
'Cause I constantly pray I'll get outta here.
Please, won't somebody say I'll get outta here.
Someone gimme my shot, or I'll rot here.

COMPANY
Downtown.

SEYMOUR
Show me how and I will,
I'll get outta here.
I'll start climbing up hill
And get outta here.
Someone tell me I still
Could get outta here.
Someone tell Lady Luck
That I'm stuck here.

SEYMOUR, AUDREY
Gee, it should would be swell
To get outta here,
Bid the gutter farewell
and get outta here.
I'd move heaven and hell
To get outta Skid,
But a hell of a lot
To get outta Skid.
People tell me there's
Not a way outta Skid.
But believe me, I gotta get outta.

COMPANY
Skid Row!

"Santa Fe" from "Newsies"

Movie version:

JACK
So that's what they call a family:
Mother, daughter, father, son.
Guess that everything you heard about is true.

So you ain't got any family.
Well, who said you needed one?
Ain't you glad nobody's waiting up for you.

When I dream
On my own,
I'm alone, but I ain't lonely.
For a dreamer, night's the only time of day.
When the city's finally sleeping,
All my thoughts begin to stray,
And I'm on the train that's bound for Santa Fe.

And I'm free
Like the wind
Like I'm gonna live forever,
It's a feeling time can never take away.
All I need's a few more dollars,
And I'm outta here to stay.
Dreams come true, yes they do, in Santa Fe.

Where does it say you gotta live and die here?
Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?
Why should you spend your whole live livin'
Trapped where there ain't no future,
Even at seventeen,
Breaking your back for someone else's sake.
If the light don't seem to suit you,
How 'bout a change of scene,
Far from the lousy headlines and the deadlines in between.

Santa Fe,
Are you there?
Do you swear you won't forget me?
If I found you would you let me come and stay?
I ain't getting any younger,
And before my dying day,
I want space,
Not just air.
Let 'em laugh in my face,
I don't care.
Save a place.
I'll be there.

So that's what they call a family.
Aren't you glad you ain't that way?
Ain't you glad you got a dream called Santa Fe?

Broadway prologue version:

JACK (spoken)
Them streets down there, they sucked the life right outta my old man. Well they ain't doin' that to me.
CRUTCHIE (spoken)
But everyone wants to come to New York.
JACK (spoken)
You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town.
(sung)
They say folks is dyin' to get here.
Me, I'm dyin' to get away,
To a a little town out west that's spankin' new.

And while I ain't never been there,
I can see it clear as day.
If you want, I bet'cha you could see it, too.

Close your eyes...
Come with me,
Where it's clean and green and pretty.
And they went and made a city outta clay.
Why, the minute that we get there,
Folks'll walk right up and say,
"Welcome home, son, welcome home to Santa Fe!"

Plantin' crops,
Splittin' rails,
Swappin' tales around the fire,
'Cept for Sunday when you lie around all day.
Soon your friends are more like family,
And they's beggin' you to stay!
Ain't that neat? Livin' sweet in Santa Fe.

(spoken)
Hey, no one worries about no gimp leg in Santa Fe. You just hop a Palomino, you'll ride in style!

CRUTCHIE (spoken)
Feature me, ridin' in style.

JACK (spoken)
Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good!

JACK & CRUTCHIE (sung)
Santa Fe,
You can bet.
We won't let them bastids beat us.
We won't beg no one to treat us fair and square.
There's a life that's worth the livin',
And I'm gonna do my share.

JACK
Work the land.
Chase the sun.

JACK & CRUTCHIE
Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!

CRUTCHIE
Watch me stand
Watch me run...

JACK (spoken)
Hey, hey...
(sung)
Don't you know that we's a family?
Would I let you down?
No way.
Just hold on, kid, till that train makes Santa Fe.

Broadway version:
JACK
Folks, we finally got our headline.
"Newsies Crushed as Bulls Attack"
Crutchie's calling me, Dumb crip's just too damn slow.

Guys are fightin', bleedin' fallin'
Thanks to good ole' Captain Jack.
Captain Jack just wants to close his eyes and go.

Let me go.
Far away.
Somewhere they won't ever find me,
And tomorrow won't remind me of today.
And the city's finally sleepin'.
And the moon looks old and grey.
I get on a train thats bound for Santa Fe.

And I'm gone.
And I'm done.
No more running. No more lying.
No more fat old man denying me my pay.
Just a moon so big and yellow,
It turns night right into day.
Dreams come true,yeah they do, in Santa Fe.

Where does it say you gotta live and die here?
Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?
Why should you only take what you're given?
Why should you spend your whole life living
Trapped where there ain't no future,
Even at seventeen.
Breaking your back for someone else's sake.
If the life don't seem to suit you,
How about a change of scene?
Far from the lousy headlines and the deadlines in between.

Santa Fe.
My old friend.
I can't spend my whole life dreaming.
Though I know thats all I seem inclined to do.
I ain't getting any younger.
And I wanna start brand new.
I need space.
And fresh air.
Let them laugh in my face,
I don't care
Save my place.
I'll be there.

Just be real is all I'm asking.
Not some painting in my head.
Cause I'm dead if I can't count on you today.
I got nothing if I ain't got Santa Fe.