[PULITZER, sung]
Time's running out, kid
So what do you say?
Cowboy or convict
I win either way
Your abject surrender
Was always the bottom line

[PULITZER, spoken]
Gentlemen, escort our guest to the cellar so he might reflect in solitude

[PULITZER, sung]
Too bad you've no job, Jack
But you did resign
Too bad you've no family
But you can't have mine
Be glad you're alive, boy
I'd say that's the bottom line

[SEITZ]
Like the Pied Piper you knew what to play

[PULITZER]
'Till those kids all believed you were right

[MAYOR]
Lucky for them all but one got away
[PULITZER]
They may not be so lucky tonight....