Alan Menken — High Times Hard Times

[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] I put on my best [NEWSIES] I put on my best [MEDDA] Ah 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 [MEDDA & NEWSIES] To the races again