Alan Menken - High Times, Hard Times
Refrain (Medda):High times, hard times!Sometimes 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 best and I stick out my chestAnd I'm off to the races again!Medda:My good friend, the MayorHe called me todayHe 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 ladyDon't love you no moreSo your afraidThere's a wolf at your doorSo you got street ratsThat scream in your ear ...ALL:You win some, you lose some, my dear!Oh ...(Repeat refrain)Medda:I put on my bestNewsies:I put on my best!Medda:And I stick out my chestNewsies:I stick out my chest!Medda:And I'm offNewsies:And I'm off(repeat)Medda:And I'm off ...ALL:To the races again
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