Chords for Newsies - King of New York Lyrics on Screen

_ _ _ _ Bad mood?
You get glum and dumb.
What's the [Ab] matter with you?
You're in the [Ebm] peps, you're famous.
[Ab] [A] You're famous, you get anything you [Eb] want.
_ [A] That's what's [Ab] so great about New York.
[Ebm] Yeah, [A] yeah.
_ [Bb] [B] A [C] _
[Db] _ _ _ [Gb] pair of new shoes with [Eb] matching laces.
A permanent box that sheepshead races.
[Ebm] A porcelain tub with boiling [Eb] water.
[Gb] A [N] Saturday night with [Db] the mayor's daughter.
[Gb] Look [B] at me, [Dbm] _
[E] I'm the [F] [B] king of New _ York.
[Bb] _ _ [B] _ [Gb] _ _ _ [Bm] Suddenly, [Db] [Ebm] I'm [E] [A] respectable.
Staring [D] right at your [Bm] lousy [Gb] stature.
Nobbing with [Ebm] all the marketing [B] mugs.
I'm blowing my [Abm] dough and [Gb] going deluxe.
And [B] dare I [Dbm] be, [Ebm] ain't [E] I [A] pretty?
It's [D] my city, I'm the [Db] king of [Ab] New York.
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ A [Ebm] _ _ [A] corduroy [Ab] suit with [Eb] fitted knickers.
A methanine [Gb] seat to see [Eb] the flickers.
[Gb] A van of cigars that cost a quarter.
[Ab] An [Bb] editor's desk [B] for [C] the [Gb] star reporter.
Tip [Bm] your hat, [Dbm] _ [Ebm] [E] he's the king [Gb] of New [B] York.
_ [Ab] _ [Bbm] I'm the [Gb] king of New York.
He's [Bm] nothing [Db] flat.
[B] He'll [E] be [A] covering Brooklyn [D] to Trent.
Power [Gb] bandit.
Making the [Ebm] headline out of [Db] a hunt.
[B] Protecting the weak.
[Ab] And paying [Db] for [Gb] lunch.
When [B] I'm at that, [Dbm] _ [A] strong men crumble.
Proud [D] yet humble.
He's [Bm] the [Gbm] king of New [Ab] York.
I'll be either dead [Eb] or dreaming.
Just look at that [Ab] paint with my [Eb] face beaming.
Tomorrow they [A] may wrap fishes [E] in it.
[A] But I was [Bb] a [C] star for [Dbm] one [G] whole minute.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
[E] Starting _ [Am] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ [C] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [D] _
_ [G] _ _ _ now.
I'm [Dm] the king of [C] New York.
_ I'm _ [Bm]
[C] the [D] king of [G] New York.
_ [D] _ _ _ [Em]
[F] It's a [Bb] miracle, _ [Eb] polanders, squires, weeds, elites, [D] [G] diets.
My spots will [Em] shoot right in the sun.
[C] I'm a _ _ [D] son of a gun.
[G] Don't ask [C] me how.
[D] _
[C] [F] Fortune found [Bb] me.
They [Cm] just found me.
How I'm [D] being.
[G] Look [C] and see.
[Dm] _
Once a [Bb] piper, [Eb] now a striker.
I'm the [G] king of New York.
[Cm] Victory.
[Dm] _
Perfect [Bb] story.
Good [Eb] and glory.
I'm the [G] king of New York. _ _
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