Newsies - High Times, Hard Times lyrics

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Music by Alan Menken.

Lyrics by Jack Feldman.

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 all 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!

ALL:

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

ALL:

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 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!

I put on my best

And I stick out my chest

And I'm off

And I'm off

And I'm off to the races again!