Lyrics:

High times, hard times
Sometimes the livin' 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, 'Medda! 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 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!

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
Oh, high times, hard times
Sometimes the living is sweet
And sometimes there's nothing to eat
But I always lands 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

I put on my best

Ah yes, and I stick out my chest

And I stick out my chest

And I'm off

And I'm off

And I'm off

And I'm off

And I'm off

To the races again