Gentlemen, we need to sell more papers. There's an answer right before your eyes, but you're just not thinking this through.
Nunzio knows, when
He's cutting my hair,
Trim a bit here and then
Trim a bit there.
Just a modest adjustment
Can fatten the bottom line.
What if we cut back personnel?
How about a few salary trims?
We could lower the price of the paper.
Bankrupting me even faster! Let me try again
Shaving is tricky: The razor
Should float
Shave me too close and you
May slit my throat.
Its the simplest solutions
That bolster the bottom line
Ive got it! If we charge the Newsies sixty cents per hundred instead of fifty
Theyd have to sell ten more papers just to earn the same amount as always.
My thought exactly. Its genius.
Its gonna be awfully rough on those children.
Theyll be learning a real life lesson in economics. I couldnt offer them a better education if they were my own.
Give me a week and
Ill train them to be
Like an army thats
Marching to war.
Proud of themselves and so
Grateful to me,
Theyll be begging to pay even more!
When theres dirt
On our shoes, boys,
For Gods sake, relax!
Why throw them out?
All we need is some wax
Listen well to these barbershop lessons,
For theyll see you through.
When youre stuck in the muck youll be fine.
Youll erase any trace of decline.
With a trim
And a snip
And a shine!
And the powr of the press,
Yes! Once again is mine!
The price for the Newsies goes up in the morning!
Just a few common cents,
Gents, thats the bottom line!
Every new outcome
Its income for you,

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