Music by Alan Menken. Lyrics by Jack Feldman. 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 all 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! ALL: 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 got street rats that scream in your ear ALL: 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 And I stick out my chest And I'm off And I'm off And I'm off to the races again! Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com