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!