"what are you guys doing standing around we got papes to sell!" Jessie said in a playful tone as she looked around "what's up with you guys? ya look so sad" "get a load of this jess," crutchie said worriedly "new newsie price? 60 cents per hundred? come on guys its gotta be a gag" "hey Weisel. ya really had the fellas going there! ill take a hundred" Jessie said snickering at the rest of the newsies nervousness "ah ah ah hundreds gonna cost ya sixty" snickered Weisel "I ain't paying no sixty" "well then make way for someone who will" "I can't believe this " Jessie muttered to herself as she sat down "what are we gonna do" Jessie ill figure this out she always does" but what if she doesn't" "well I don't know "she should just give up so we can all get our papes while we still can" all the newsies muttered to themselves while jess sat there thinking "ok ok, I got nothing that much is true but there someone who might have an idea. junior!" Jessie yelled as daveys son tried to walk away "junior!" "What do you want!" " do you have an idea?" "I don't wanna be involved in this, im just trying to feed my family" "what and the rest of us are here on playtime?!" "n-no" junior said nervously thinking he was about to get yelled at " junior if you don't help us, your family might not eat. so do you have an idea" "I don't know maybe a strike?" "like the one, your dad and jack kelly put on?" "well I mean they did win didn't they?" "Alright! boys you heard junior, were on strike!" Jessie said excitedly. all the newsies cheered "hang on hang on! there's a lot of stuff you need to have to go on strike, "what di like membership" "what do you call these guys?" a statement of purpose?" " oh yeah must have left that in my other pants" " um, what's this statement of purpose? Brooklyn yelled "a reason for starting the strike" "what reason did you dad have!" "I don't know! better pay, safety on the job" "who don't need that!" "come on junior help us out here?" "fine, we are a union. the newsboy union" he said as Jessie yelled, "and we mean business!"
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Pulitzer and Hearst, they think we're nothin'.
Are we nothin'?
No!
Pulitzer and Hearst, they think they got us.
Do they got us?
No!
Even though we ain't got hats or badges,
We're a union just by sayin' so...
And the world will know!
What's it gonna take to stop the wagons?
Are we ready?
Yeah!
What's it gonna take to stop the scabbers?
Can we do it?
Yeah!
We'll do what we gotta do until we break the will of mighty Bill and Joe...
And the world will know!
And the Journal, too!
Mr Hearst and Pulitzer, have we got news for you!
See, the world don't know,
But they're gonna pay.
'Stead of hawkin' headlines we'll be makin' 'em today.
And our ranks will grow
And we'll kick their rear!
And the world will know that we've been here!
When the circulation bell starts ringin',
Will we hear it?
No!
What if the Delancys come out swingin',
Will we hear it?!
No!
When you got a hundred voices singin',
Who can hear a lousy whistle blow?
And the world will know!
That this ain't no game.
That we got a ton of rotten fruit and perfect aim.
So they gave their word?
Well it ain't worth beans!
Now they gonna see what "Stop the presses" really means.
And the old will weep,
And go back to sleep.
Now we got no choice but to see it through...
And we found our voice.
And I lost my shoe!
And the world will--
Yeah!
Pulitzer may own the world, but he don't own us.
Pulitzer may own the world, but he don't own us!
Pulitizer may crack the whip, but he won't whip us.
Pulitizer may crack the whip, but he won't whip us!
And the world will know
We been keepin' score.
Either they gives us our rights or we gives them a war.
We've been down too long,
And we paid our dues.
And the things we do today will be tomorrow's news.
And the die is cast,
And the torch is passed,
And the roar will rise,
From the streets below,
And our ranks will grow and grow and grow and so
The world will feel the fire and finally know!
Pulitzer may own the world, but he don't own us!
Pulitzer may own the world, but he don't own us!
Pulitzer may crack the whip, but he won't whip us!
Pulitzer may crack the whip, but he won't whip us!
So the world says no?
Well, the kids do too.
Try to walk all over us, we'll stomp all over you.
Can they kick us out?
Take away our vote?
Will, we let them stuff this crock o' garbage down our throat? No!
Every day we wait,
Is a day we lose,
And this ain't for fun,
And it ain't for show,
And we'll fight 'em toe to toe to toe and so
Your world will feel the fire and finally, finally know!
