Soundtracks - 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 & 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] So your old lady don't love you no more

So you're afraid there's a wolf at your door So you've got street rats that scream in your ear [NEWSIES & MEDDA] You win some, you lose some, my dear Ohh... 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] I put on my best [NEWSIES] I put on my best [MEDDA] Ahh, yes, and I stick out my chest! [NEWSIES] And I stick out my chest [MEDDA] And I'm off [NEWSIES] And I'm off [MEDDA] And I'm off [NEWSIES] And I'm off [MEDDA] And I'm off... [NEWSIES & MEDDA] To the races again!