Medda
[Refrain:]
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 got to relax!"

[Repeat refrain]

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!