Hard Times Lyrics - April Wine

Hard times, hard times, hard times, hard times 

When the college professor has no class 

And the quarterback would rather pass 

And the pump jockey complains of gas 

It's hard times, hard times 

When the taxi driver, he can't hack it 

And the tennis player can't stand the racket 

When allies refuse to pack it, it's hard times 

Hard times, hard times, real hard times 

When the elevator can't find the floor 

And the doorman, he can't find the door 

When they give to the rich what they take from the poor 

It's hard times 

Seems your money's gone before it's spent 

If you're not busted then you're badly bent 

To give it away doesn't make any sense, it's hard times 

Hard times, hard times, real hard times, hard times 

Now grandma forgets how to knit 

And the wise man has lost his wit 

And my tailor feels unfit 

It's hard times, hard times 

When the fashion model's lost her poise 

And Santa Clause smashes all the toys 

When boys could be girls, and girls could be boys, it's hard times 

Hard times, hard times, real hard times, hard times 

When the clock on the wall's got no time for jokes 

And Kreskin says, "It's all a hoax" 

When the Surgeon General chain smokes 

It's hard times 

When the truck driver don't wanna truck 

And the hockey player won't touch the puck 

And the rock musician don't wanna fool around, it's hard times 

Hard times, hard times, real hard times 

Harder times, hard times 

I was talking to this lady the other day 

And she was telling me [unverified]