High Times, Hard Times Paroles

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

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