Off To The Races lyrics

MEDDA:
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!

My good friend the mayor, he 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!

ALL:
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

ALL:
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 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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