Текст песни Newsies - High Times, Hard Times
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High times, hard timesSometimes the livin`s sweetAnd sometimes there`s nothin` to eatBut I always land on my feetSo when there`s dry timesI wait for high times and thenI put on my bestAnd I stick out my chestAnd I`m off to the races againMy good friend, the mayor, called me todayHe 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 timesSometimes the livin`s sweetAnd sometimes there`s nothin` to eatBut I always land on my feetSo when there`s dry timesI wait for high times and thenI put on my bestAnd I stick out my chestAnd I`m off to the races againSo, your old lady don`t love you no moreSo, you`re afraid there`s a wolf at your doorSo, you got street rats that scream in your earYou win some, you lose some, my dearHigh times, hard timesSometimes the livin`s sweetAnd sometimes there`s nothin` to eatBut I always land on my feetSo when there`s dry timesI wait for high times and thenI put on my bestAnd I stick out my chestAnd I`m off to the races againI put on my bestAnd I stick out my chestAnd I`m offAnd I`m offAnd I`m off to the races again