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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
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've got to relax."
Everybody!
Medda and Newsies: 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: So your old lady don't love you no more
So you're afraid there's a wolf at your door
So you've got street rats that scream in your ear
Medda and Newsies: 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
Newsies: I put on my best
Medda: 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
Newsies: And I'm off
Medda and Newsies: And I'm off to the races again
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