Top Songs By Ben Fankhauser
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ben Fankhauser
Vocals
Kara Lindsay
Vocals
Lewis Grosso
Vocals
Newsies Original Broadway Cast
Vocals
Brian Koonin
Guitar
Dan Levine
Trombone
Deborah Assael-Migliore
Cello
Ed Shea
Percussion
Jeff Marder
Programming
Kristina Musser
Violin
Mark Hummel
Conductor
Mark Thrasher
Woodwinds
Mary Rowell
Violin
Mat Eisenstein
Keyboards
Matthew Schechter
Dancer
Mineko Yajima
Violin
Ray Kilday
Bass
Steven Malone
Keyboards
Suzanne Ornstein
Violin
Tom Murray
Woodwinds
Trevor D. Neumann
Flugelhorn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Feldman
Lyrics
Alan Menken
Composer
Harvey Fierstein
Book
Danny Troob
Orchestrator
Michael Kosarin
Arranger
Steve Margoshes
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alan Menken
Producer
Chris Montan
Producer
Frank Filipetti
Mixing Engineer
Michael Kosarin
Producer
Brett Mayer
Assistant Engineer
Derik Lee
Recording Engineer
Fred Sladkey
Assistant Engineer
Gloria Kaba
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Ya don't need money when you're famous
They gives ya whatever ya want gratis!
Such as?
A pair o' new shoes with matchin' laces
A permanent box at the Sheepshead Races
Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle
My personal puss on a wooden nickel
Look at me
I'm the king of New York!
Suddenly, I'm respectable
Starin' right at'cha, lousy with stature
Nobbin' with all the muckety-mucks
I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe
And there I be!
Ain't I pretty? It's my city
I'm the king of New York
A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it
My very own bed and an indoor terlet
A barbershop haircut that cost a quarter
A regular beat for the star reporter
Am-scray, punk!
She's the king of New York!
Whod'a thunk!
I'm the king of New York!
We was sunk, pale, and pitiful
Bun'cha wet noodles, Pulitzer's poodles
Almost about to drown in the drink
When she fished us out
And drowned us in ink!
So let's get drunk! Yeah!
Not with liquor, fame works quicker
When you're king of New York
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!
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 a sun!
I'm one highfallutin' 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!
Writer(s): Jack A. Feldman, Alan Irwin Menken
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