Alan Menken - High Times, Hard Times lyrics

Refrain (Medda): High times, hard times! Sometimes the living is sweet And sometimes there's nothing to eat But I always land on my feet So when there's dry times I wait for high times and then I put on my best and I stick out my chest And I'm off to the races again! Medda: My good friend, the Mayor He called me today He said, "Medda! The voters are turning away! "Help me," he cried, "or they'll give me the axe!" I said, "Your Honor, you got to relax!" (Repeat refrain) Medda: So your old lady Don't love you no more So your afraid There's a wolf at your door So you got street rats That scream in your ear ... ALL: You win some, you lose some, my dear! Oh ... (Repeat refrain) Medda: I put on my best Newsies: I put on my best! Medda: And I stick out my chest Newsies: I stick out my chest! Medda: And I'm off Newsies: And I'm off (repeat) Medda: And I'm off ... ALL: To the races again