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High Times, Hard Times

Newsies and Medda: High times, hard times
Sometimes the living is sweet
And sometimes there's nothing to eat
But I always lands 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 ax!"
I said, "Your Honor,"
"You've got to relax!"
Everybody!

Newsies and Medda: High times, hard times
Sometimes the living is sweet
And sometimes there's nothing to eat
But I always lands 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
Newsies and Medda: 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 lands 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: I put on my best
Newsies: I put on my best
Medda: Ah, yes, and I stick out my chest!
Newsies: And I sticks out my chest!
Medda: And I'm off!
Newsies: And I'm off!
Medda: And I'm off!
Newsiesand Medda: to the races again!

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