Refrain (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!



Medda:

My good friend, the Mayor

He called me today

He said, "Medda! The voters are turning away!

"Help me," he cried, "or they'll give me the axe!"

I said, "Your Honor, you got to relax!"



(Repeat refrain)



Medda:

So your old lady

Don't love you no more

So your 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 ...



(Repeat refrain)



Medda:

I put on my best



Newsies:

I put on my best!



Medda:

And I stick out my chest



Newsies:

I stick out my chest!



Medda:

And I'm off



Newsies:

And I'm off



(repeat)



Medda:

And I'm off ...



ALL:

To the races again