High Times, Hard Times Lyrics - Singles - Newsies

Music by Alan Menken. 

Lyrics by Jack Feldman. 

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 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 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 

ALL: 

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 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! 

I put on my best 

And I stick out my chest 

And I'm off 

And I'm off 

And I'm off to the races again!