High Times, Hard Times. Sometimes they live in the street and sometimes theres nothin' to eat. But I always land on my feet. So when theres Dry times I look for high times and then I put on my best and I stick out my chest and I'm off to tha races again! My good friend the Mayor he called me today he said "Meda the borders 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 they live in the street and sometimes theres nothin' to eat. But I always land on my feet. So when theres 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 tha races again!
So your old lady don't love you no more? So your afraid theres a wolf at your door? So you've got street rats that scream in your ear, you wish that you new some my dear!
High Times, Hard Times. Sometimes they live in the street and sometimes theres nothin' to eat. But I always land on my feet. So when theres 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 tha races again!
I put on my best, I put on my best! Oh YES! and I sticks out my chest! I sticks 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.......!
