High Times, Hard Times
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, "Medda, the waters are turning away"
"Help me!" He cried, or they'll give me the axe!
I said, "Your Honor, you've got to relax."
Everybody!
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!
So your old lady don't love you no more?
So you're afraid there's a wolf at your door?
So you got streetrats that scream in your ear?
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! (I put on my best!)
Ah, yes, and I stick out my chest! (I stick out my chest!)
And I'm off! (And I'm off!)
And I'm off! (And I'm off!)
And I'm off to the races again!
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, "Medda, the waters are turning away"
"Help me!" He cried, or they'll give me the axe!
I said, "Your Honor, you've got to relax."
Everybody!
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!
So your old lady don't love you no more?
So you're afraid there's a wolf at your door?
So you got streetrats that scream in your ear?
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! (I put on my best!)
Ah, yes, and I stick out my chest! (I stick out my chest!)
And I'm off! (And I'm off!)
And I'm off! (And I'm off!)
And I'm off to the races again!
Credits
Writer(s): Jack A. Feldman, Alan Menken
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