J.A.C. Redford - High Times, Hard Times lyrics

[MEDDA] High times, hard times Sometimes the livin' 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! 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've got to relax..." Everybody! [MEDDA & NEWSIES] 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] So your old lady don't love you no more So you're afraid there's a wolf at your door So you got street rats that scream in your ear [MEDDA & NEWSIES] You win some, you lose some, my dear! Oh, high times, hard times Sometimes the living is sweet And sometimes there's nothing to eat But I always lands 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 (NEWSIES)] I put on my best (I put on my best) Ah yes, and I stick out my chest (And I stick out my chest) And I'm off (And I'm off) And I'm off (And I'm off) And I'm off [MEDDA & NEWSIES] To the races again