Newsies ensemble - High times, hard times lyrics

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! 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! 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 and the 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 and the Newsies echoing her: I put on my best ((I put on my best)) AH YES, AND I stick out my chest ((And I sticks out my chest...)) And I'm off ((And I'm off)) And I'm off ((and I'm off)) And I'm off Medda and the Newsies together: To the races again