Lyrics:

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