РозыгрышТекст песни: Newsies - High Times, Hard Times
High times, hard times
Sometimes the livin`s sweet
And sometimes there`s nothin` 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, called me today
He 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 times
Sometimes the livin`s sweet
And sometimes there`s nothin` 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
High times, hard times
Sometimes the livin`s sweet
And sometimes there`s nothin` 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
I put on my best
And I stick out my chest
And I`m off
And I`m off
And I`m off to the races again
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High times, hard times
Sometimes the livin`s sweet
And sometimes there`s nothin` 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, called me today
He 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 times
Sometimes the livin`s sweet
And sometimes there`s nothin` 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
High times, hard times
Sometimes the livin`s sweet
And sometimes there`s nothin` 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
I put on my best
And I stick out my chest
And I`m off
And I`m off
And I`m off to the races again
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