[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

[MEDDA]
Ah yes, and I stick out my chest
[NEWSIES]
And I stick out my chest

[MEDDA]
And I'm off

[NEWSIES]
And I'm off

[MEDDA]
And I'm off

[NEWSIES]
And I'm off

[MEDDA]
And I'm off

[MEDDA & NEWSIES]
To the races again