The Bottom Line

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

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 power 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

Is income for you

Thanks to that bottom line!