Alarm goes off at seven
and you start up-town.
You put in your eight hours
for the powers
that have always been.
(Sing it child)
'Til it's five-pm...
\"Then you go...\"
Downtown
Where the folks are broke. You go
Downtown
Where your life's a joke. You go
Downtown
Where you buy a token. You go...
Home to Skid Row.
Home to Skid Row.
\"Yes you go...\"
Downtown
Where the cabs don't stop.
Downtown
Where the food is slop.
Downtown
Where the hop-heads flop in the snow...
Down on Skid Row.
Uptown you cater to a million jerks.
Uptown you're messengers and mailroom clerks.
Eating all your lunches at the hot-dog carts.
The bosses take your money and they break your hearts.
Uptown you cater to a million whores.
You disinfect terrazzo on their bathroom floors.
Morning's tribulation, afternoon's a curse
And five o'clock is even worse
\"That's when you go...\"
(Downtown)
Audrey: Where the guys are drips.
(Downtown)
Audrey: Where they rip your slips.
(Downtown)
Audrey: Where relationships are no go.
Down on Skid Row. Poor, all my life I've always been poor.
I keep askin' God what I'm for.
And he tells me, \"Gee, I'm not sure.\"
\"Sweep that floor, kid!\"
Oh! I started life as an orphan,
A child of the street, here on Skid
Row! He took me in gave me shelter
A bed, crust of bread and a job.
Treats me like dirt, calls me a slob,
Which I am...
So I live
(Downtown)
Seymour: That's your home address, you live
(Downtown)
Seymour: When your life's a mess, you live
(Downtown)
Seymour: Where depression's just status quo.
(Down on Skid Row.)
Seymour: Someone show me a way to get outta here.
'Cause I constantly pray I'll get outta here.
Please won't somebody say I'll get outta here.
Someone gimmie my shot, or I'll rot here!
(Downtown)
Show me how and I will, I'll get outta here.
(There's no rules for us)
(Downtown)
I'll start climbin' up hill and get outta here.
('Cause it's dangerous)
(Downtown)
Someone tell me I still could get outta here.
(Where there rainbow just doesn't show)
Someone tell lady luck that I'm stuck here!
(When you get...)
(Downtown)
Seymour and Audrey:
Gee it sure would be swell to get outta here.
Bid the gutter farewell and get outta here.
I'd move heaven and hell to get outta Skid.
I'd do I don't know what to get outta Skid.
But a hell of a lot to get outta Skid.
People tell me there's not a way outta Skid.
But believe me I gotta get outta Skid
Row!