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!