[MEDDA]
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!

[MEDDA & NEWSIES]
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

[MEDDA & NEWSIES]
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!

[MEDDA]
I put on my best
([NEWSIES] I put on my best)
Ah yes, and I stick out my chest
([NEWSIES] And I stick out my chest)
And I'm off
([NEWSIES] And I'm off)
And I'm off
([NEWSIES] And I'm off)
And I'm off

[MEDDA & NEWSIES]
To the races again