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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stephen Ferrera
Stephen Ferrera
Drums
Robert Billig
Robert Billig
Keyboards
Robby Merkin
Robby Merkin
Keyboards
Alan Menken
Alan Menken
Keyboards
Steve Gelfand
Steve Gelfand
Bass Guitar
David Brown
David Brown
Guitar
Richard Tee
Richard Tee
Organ
Marti Robertson
Marti Robertson
Vocals
Ellen Greene
Ellen Greene
Vocals
Franc Luz
Franc Luz
Vocals
Hy Anzell
Hy Anzell
Vocals
Jennifer Leigh Warren
Jennifer Leigh Warren
Vocals
Lee Wilkof
Lee Wilkof
Vocals
Leilani Jones
Leilani Jones
Vocals
Little Shop of Horrors Pit Orchestra
Little Shop of Horrors Pit Orchestra
Orchestra
Ron Taylor
Ron Taylor
Vocals
Sheila Kay Davis
Sheila Kay Davis
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Menken
Alan Menken
Songwriter
Robby Merkin
Robby Merkin
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Billig
Robert Billig
Music Supervisor
Phil Ramone
Phil Ramone
Producer
Mike Allaire
Mike Allaire
Assistant Recording Engineer
Alan Bushell
Alan Bushell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brad Leigh
Brad Leigh
Engineer
Larry Franke
Larry Franke
Assistant Recording Engineer
Marti Robertson
Marti Robertson
Editing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
David Donnelly
David Donnelly
Mastering Engineer
Dan Hersch
Dan Hersch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Alarm goes off at seven
And you start uptown
You put in your eight hours
For the powers that have always been
Sing it, child
Till it's five p.m
Then you go
Downtown
Where the folks are broke
You go downtown
Where your life's a joke
You go downtown
When you buy your 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
Your morning's tribulation
Afternoon's a curse
And five o'clock is even worse
That's when you go
Downtown
Where the guys are drips
Downtown
Where they rip your slips
Downtown
Where relationships are no-go
Down on Skid Row
Down on Skid Row
Down on Skid Row
Down on Skid Row
Down on Skid Row
Down on Skid Row
Down on Skid Row
Poor, all my life I've always been poor
I keep asking 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
That's your home address, ya live
Downtown
When your life's a mess, ya live
Downtown
Where depression's just status quo
Down on Skid Row
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 gimme my shot or I'll rot here
Downtown there's no rules for us
Show me how and I will, I'll get outta here
Downtown 'cause it's dangerous
I'll start climbing up hill and get outta here
Downtown where the rainbow's just a no-show
Someone tell me I still could get outta here
Someone tell Lady Luck that I'm stuck here
When you live
Downtown where the sun don't shine
Gee, it sure would be swell to get outta here
Downtown that's the bottom line
Bid the gutter farewell and get outta here
Downtown go ask any wino, he'll know
I'd move heaven and hell to get outta Skid
I'll do I dunno what to get outta Skid
Downtown
But a hell of a lot to get outta Skid
Downtown
People tell me there's not a way outta Skid
Downtown
But believe me, I gotta get outta
Skid Row
Written by: Alan Menken, Howard Ashman
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