Skid Row (Downtown)
Alarm goes off at seven
And you start uptown.
You put in your eight hours
For the powers that have always been.
(Sing it, child)
'Till it's five P.M.
Then you go
Downtown
Where the folks are broke.
You go downtown
Where your life's a joke.
You go downtown
When you buy your token,
you go
Home to Skid Row
(Home to Skid Row)
Yes, you go
Downtown
Where the cabs don't stop
Downtown
Where the food is slop
Downtown
Where the hop-heads flop
in the snow
Down on Skid Row
Uptown you cater to a million jerks.
Uptown you're messengers and
mailroom clerks
eating all your lunches at the
hot dog carts.
The bosses take your money
And they break your hearts.
Uptown you cater to a million whores.
You disinfect terrazzo on their
bathroom floors.
Your morning's tribulation,
afternoon's a curse
And five o'clock is even worse.
That's when you go
(Downtown)
Where the guys are drips.
(Downtown)
Where they rip your slips.
(Downtown)
Where relationships are no go.
Down on Skid Row!
(Down on Skid Row)
Poor! All my life I've always been poor.
I keep asking God what I'm for,
and he tells me "Gee, I'm not sure."
"Sweep that floor, kid!"
Oh! I started life as an orphan,
A child of the street,
Here on Skid Row!
He took me in, gave me shelter, a bed,
Crust of bread and a job.
Treats me like dirt, calls me a slob,
Which I am...
So I live
(Downtown)
That's your home address.
Ya live
(Downtown)
When your life's a mess.
Ya live
(Downtown)
Where depression's just
Satus quo.
(Down on Skid Row)
Someone show me a way to get outta here.
'Cause I constantly pray I'll get outta here.
Please, won't somebody say I'll get outta here.
Someone gimme my shot or I'll rot here!
Show me how, and I will, I will get outta here.
I'll start climbing up hill and get outta here.
Someone tell me I can still get outta here.
Someone tell Lady Luck that I'm stuck here!
Gee it sure would be swell to get outta here.
Bid the gutter farewell and get outta here.
I'd move heaven and hell to get outta Skid.
I'd do I dunno what to get outta Skid
But a hell of a lot to get outta Skid
People tell me there's not a way outta Skid
But believe me I gotta get outta Skid
Row!
And you start uptown.
You put in your eight hours
For the powers that have always been.
(Sing it, child)
'Till it's five P.M.
Then you go
Downtown
Where the folks are broke.
You go downtown
Where your life's a joke.
You go downtown
When you buy your token,
you go
Home to Skid Row
(Home to Skid Row)
Yes, you go
Downtown
Where the cabs don't stop
Downtown
Where the food is slop
Downtown
Where the hop-heads flop
in the snow
Down on Skid Row
Uptown you cater to a million jerks.
Uptown you're messengers and
mailroom clerks
eating all your lunches at the
hot dog carts.
The bosses take your money
And they break your hearts.
Uptown you cater to a million whores.
You disinfect terrazzo on their
bathroom floors.
Your morning's tribulation,
afternoon's a curse
And five o'clock is even worse.
That's when you go
(Downtown)
Where the guys are drips.
(Downtown)
Where they rip your slips.
(Downtown)
Where relationships are no go.
Down on Skid Row!
(Down on Skid Row)
Poor! All my life I've always been poor.
I keep asking God what I'm for,
and he tells me "Gee, I'm not sure."
"Sweep that floor, kid!"
Oh! I started life as an orphan,
A child of the street,
Here on Skid Row!
He took me in, gave me shelter, a bed,
Crust of bread and a job.
Treats me like dirt, calls me a slob,
Which I am...
So I live
(Downtown)
That's your home address.
Ya live
(Downtown)
When your life's a mess.
Ya live
(Downtown)
Where depression's just
Satus quo.
(Down on Skid Row)
Someone show me a way to get outta here.
'Cause I constantly pray I'll get outta here.
Please, won't somebody say I'll get outta here.
Someone gimme my shot or I'll rot here!
Show me how, and I will, I will get outta here.
I'll start climbing up hill and get outta here.
Someone tell me I can still get outta here.
Someone tell Lady Luck that I'm stuck here!
Gee it sure would be swell to get outta here.
Bid the gutter farewell and get outta here.
I'd move heaven and hell to get outta Skid.
I'd do I dunno what to get outta Skid
But a hell of a lot to get outta Skid
People tell me there's not a way outta Skid
But believe me I gotta get outta Skid
Row!
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Menken, Howard Elliott Ashman
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