High Times, Hard Times — текст песни (Newsies)

High times, hard times
Sometimes the livin`s sweet
And sometimes there`s nothin` 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, 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!

High times, hard times
Sometimes the livin`s sweet
And sometimes there`s nothin` 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

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
You win some, you lose some, my dear

High times, hard times
Sometimes the livin`s sweet
And sometimes there`s nothin` 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