Gentlemen we need to sell more papers
There's an answer right
before your eyes
but you're just not thinking this through
Nuzio knows when
He's cutting my hair
Trip 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
Bankrupt8ing me even faster Let me try again
Shaving is tricky The razor
Should float
Shave me too close and you
May slit my throat
It's the simplest solutions
That bolster the bottom line
I've got it If we charge the Newsies sixty cents per
hundred instead of fifty
They'd have to sell ten more papers
just to earn the same amount as always
My thought exactly It's genius
It's gonna be awfully rough on those children
They'll be learning a real life lesson in economics
I couldn't offer them a better education
if they were my own
Give me a week and
I'll train them to be
Like an army that's
Marching to war
Proud of themselves and so
Grateful to me
They'll be begging to pay even more
When there's dirt
On our shoes boys
For God's sake relax
Why throw them out
All we need is some wax
Listen well to these barbershop lessons
For they'll see you through
When you're stuck in the muck you'll be fine
You'll erase any trace of decline
With a trim
And a snip
And a shine
And the pow'r of the press
Yes Once again is mine
The price for the Newsies goes up in the morning
Just a few common cents
Gents that's the bottom line
Every new outcome
It's income for you
Thanks to that bottom line