Newsies - High Times, Hard Times Lyrics
MEDDA:High times, hard timesSometimes the living is sweetAnd sometimes there's nothing to eatBut I always land on my feetSo when there's dry timesI wait for high times and thenI put on my bestAnd I stick out my chestAnd I'm off to the races again!My good friend the mayor, he called me todayHe 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 timesSometimes the living is sweetAnd sometimes there's nothing to eatBut I always land on my feetSo when there's dry timesI wait for high times and thenI put on my bestAnd I stick out my chestAnd I'm off to the races again!MEDDA:So your old lady don't love you no moreSo you're afraid there's a wolf at your doorSo you got street rats that scream in your earALL:You win some, you lose some, my dear!Oh, high times, hard timesSometimes the living is sweetAnd sometimes there's nothing to eatBut I always land on my feetSo when there's dry timesI wait for high times and thenI put on my bestAnd I stick out my chestAnd I'm off to the races again!I put on my bestAnd I stick out my chestAnd I'm offAnd I'm offAnd I'm off to the races again!
