It's the Hard-Knock Life
It's the hard-knock life for us
It's the hard-knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
It's the hard-knock life
Got no folks to speak of, so
It's the hard-knock row we ho
Cotton blankets 'stead a wool
Empty bellies, 'stead a full
It's the hard-knock life
Don't it feel like the wind is always howlin'?
Don't it seem like there's never any light?
Once a day, don't you wanna throw the towel in?
It's easier than putting up a fight
No one's there when your dreams at night are creepy
No one cares if you grow or if you shrink
No one dries when your eyes get wet and weepy
From the crying you would think this place would sink
Oh-oh-oh
Empty belly life
Rotten smelly life
Full of sorrow life
No tomorrow life
Santa Claus we never see
Santa Claus, what's that?
Who's he?
No one cares for you a smidge
When you're in an orphanage
It's the hard-knock life
You'll stay up
'Til this dump shines like the top of the Chrysler Building
Kill! Kill!
Yank the whiskers from her chin (little pig droppings)
Jab her with a safety pin (rotten orphans)
Make her drink a Mickey Finn (nobody loves you)
I love you, Miss Hannigan
Get to work
Strip them beds
Scrub that floor
Polish my shoes
And I mean
Start now
It's the hard-knock life for us
It's the hard-knock life for us
No one cares for you a smidge
When your in an orphanage
It's the hard-knock life
It's the hard-knock life
(It's the hard-knock life)
It's the hard-knock life
It's the hard-knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
It's the hard-knock life
Got no folks to speak of, so
It's the hard-knock row we ho
Cotton blankets 'stead a wool
Empty bellies, 'stead a full
It's the hard-knock life
Don't it feel like the wind is always howlin'?
Don't it seem like there's never any light?
Once a day, don't you wanna throw the towel in?
It's easier than putting up a fight
No one's there when your dreams at night are creepy
No one cares if you grow or if you shrink
No one dries when your eyes get wet and weepy
From the crying you would think this place would sink
Oh-oh-oh
Empty belly life
Rotten smelly life
Full of sorrow life
No tomorrow life
Santa Claus we never see
Santa Claus, what's that?
Who's he?
No one cares for you a smidge
When you're in an orphanage
It's the hard-knock life
You'll stay up
'Til this dump shines like the top of the Chrysler Building
Kill! Kill!
Yank the whiskers from her chin (little pig droppings)
Jab her with a safety pin (rotten orphans)
Make her drink a Mickey Finn (nobody loves you)
I love you, Miss Hannigan
Get to work
Strip them beds
Scrub that floor
Polish my shoes
And I mean
Start now
It's the hard-knock life for us
It's the hard-knock life for us
No one cares for you a smidge
When your in an orphanage
It's the hard-knock life
It's the hard-knock life
(It's the hard-knock life)
It's the hard-knock life
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Strouse, Martin Charnin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.