NEW YORK STATE OF MIND
COMPANY TROUPE KIDS
FALL 2014
NYC
NYC
What is it about you
You're big
You're loud
You're tough
NYC
I go years without you
Then I
Can't get
Enough
Enough of the cab drivers answering back
With language far from pure
Enough of frankfurters answering back
Brother, you know you're
in NYC
Too busy
Too crazy
Too hot
Too cold
Too late
I'm sold
Again
On NYC
NYC
The shadows at sundown
The roofs
That scrape
The sky
NYC
The rich and the rundown
The big parade
Goes by
What other town has the Empire State
And a mayor five foot two
No other town in
The whole forty eight
Can half compare
To you
Oh NYC
You make 'em all postcards
You crowd
You cramp
You're still
The champ
Amen For NYC
NYC
Just got here this morning
Three bucks
Two bags
One me
NYC
I give you fair warning
Up there
In lights
I'll be
NYC
You're standing room only
You crowd
You cramp
You're still
The champ
Amen For NYC
BROADWAY BABY
I'M JUST A BROADWAY BABY, WALKING OFF MY TIRED FEET.
POUNDING FORTY-SECOND STREET, TO BE IN A SHOW.
BROADWAY BABY, LEARNING HOW TO SING AND DANCE.
WAITING FOR THAT SECOND CHANCE, TO BE IN A SHOW.
GEE, I'D LIKE TO BE, ON SOME MARQUEE, ALL TWINKLING LIGHTS.
A SPARK, TO PIERCE THE DARK, FROM BATTERY PARK
WAY UP TO WASHINGTON HEIGHTS.
SOMEDAY MAYBE, ALL MY DREAMS WILL BE REPAID.
HECK, I'D EVEN PLAY THE MAID, TO BE IN A SHOW.
SAY, MISTER PRODUCER, YEAH. I'M TALKING TO YOU SIR.
I DON'T NEED ALOT, ONLY WHAT I'VE GOT,
PLUS A TUBE OF GREASE PAINT AND A FOLLOW SPOT.
SOMEDAY MAYBE, IF I STICK IT LONG ENOUGH.
I MIGHT GET TO STRUT MY STUFF TO BE IN A SHOW.
SAY, MISTER PRODUCER, YEAH. I'M TALKING TO YOU SIR.
I DON'T NEED ALOT, ONLY WHAT I'VE GOT,
PLUS A TUBE OF GREASE PAINT AND A FOLLOW SPOT.
SOMEDAY MAYBE, IF I STICK IT LONG ENOUGH.
I MIGHT GET TO STRUT MY STUFF.
WORKING FOR A NICE MAN, LIKE A ZIEGFELD OR A WEISSMAN,
IN A BIG, TIME, BROAD-, WAY SHOW!
BROOKLYN’S HERE
Newsies need our help today.
Newsies need our help today.
Tell 'em Brooklyn’s on the way.
Tell 'em Brooklyn’s 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’s 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.)
Brooklyn’s 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 ain’t fun but they sure is exciting.
Loud and clear, Brooklyn’s 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...
We'll kick you half way to queens.
Now them soakers is in for a soakin'
What a sad way to end a career.
They’s a joke but if they thinks were joking.
Load and clear...
MANHATTAN’S HERE
FLUSHING’S HERE
RICHMOND’S HERE
WOODSIDE’S HERE
SO IS THE BRONX
(Stick out tongue noise)
Brooklyns here, loud and clear.
We is here!
EMPIRE STATE OF MIND
Yeah, yeah,
*RAP VERSE 1
*RAP VERSE 2
RAP VERSE 3
*RAP VERSE 4
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from....
CHORUS
In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
*RAP VERSE 4
*RAP VERSE 5
I'm from the Empire State that's
[Chorus]
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
[Chorus]
*Students will use acting exercises to create rap verses in these sections that will tell the story of this music revue and connect the songs together!
NEW YORK NEW YORK
START SPREADIN' THE NEWS, I'M LEAVIN' TODAY.
I WANNA BE A PART OF IT, NEW YORK, NEW YORK.
THESE VAGABOND SHOES, ARE LONGING TO STRAY.
AND STEP AROUND THE HEART OF IT, NEW YORK, NEW YORK.
I WANT TO WAKE UP, IN THE CITY THAT DOESN’T SLEEP
TO FIND I'M KING OF THE HILL, TOP OF THE HEAP.
MY LITTLE TOWN BLUES ARE MELTIN' AWAY.
I'LL MAKE A BRAND NEW START OF IT, IN OLD NEW YORK.
IF I CAN….MAKE IT THERE, I’LL MAKE IT…..ANYWHERE!!
IT’S UP TO YOU, NEW YORK, NEW YORK.
DANCE BREAK
...NEW YORK, NEW YORK.
I WANT TOWAKE UP, IN A CITY THAT DOESN’T SLEEP.
TO FIND I'M KING OF THE HILL, HEAD OF THE LIST.
CREAM OF THE CROP AT THE TOP OF THE HEAP..........
MY LITTLE TOWN BLUES ARE MELTIN' AWAY.
I'LL MAKE A BRAND NEW START OF IT, IN OLD NEW YORK.
IF I CAN….MAKE IT THERE, I'LL MAKE IT, ANYWHERE!!
COME ON COME THROUGH, NEW YORK, NEW.... YORK...........
NEW YORK!
YOU’VE GOTTA HAVE HEART
You've gotta have heart
All you really need is heart
When the odds are sayin' you'll never win
That's when the grin should start
You've gotta have hope
Mustn't sit around and mope
Nothin's half as bad as it may appear
Wait'll next year and hope
When your luck is battin' zero
Get your chin up off the floor
Mister you can be a hero
You can open any door, there's nothin' to it but to do it
You've gotta have heart
Miles 'n miles n' miles of heart
Oh, it's fine to be a genius of course
But keep that old horse
Before the cart
So when the bases are loaded
The count is three and two
You’ll hit a homer, sir, we can depend on you
You’re a hero cuz you’ve got heart, you’ve got heart
When your luck is battin' zero
Get your chin up off the floor
Mister you can be a hero
You can open any door, there's nothin' to it but to do it
You've gotta have heart
Miles 'n miles n' miles of heart
Oh, it's fine to be a genius of course
But keep that old horse
Before the cart
So what the hecks the use of cryin'?
Why should we curse?
We gotta get better, 'cause we can't get worse!
And to add to it:
We've got heart
We've got heart
We’ve got heart