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 said, "Medda! The voters are turning away! "Help me," he cried, "or they'll give me the axe!" I said, "Your Honor, you got to relax!"
There's a wolf at your door That scream in your ear ...
You win some, you lose some, my dear!