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