Music by Alan Menken.   Lyrics by Jack Feldman.      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!