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Alan Menken
Alan Menken
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Alan Menken
Alan Menken
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[Intro]
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 5:00 PM
[Chorus]
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 hopheads flop in the snow, down on Skid Row
[Verse 1]
Uptown, you cater to a million jerks
Uptown, you're messengers and mailroom clerks
Eating all your lunches at the hotdog 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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Downtown
That's your home address, you live downtown
When your life's a mess, you live downtown
Where depression's just status quo, down on Skid Row
[Verse 3]
Someone show me a way to get out of here
'Cause I constantly pray I'll get out of here
Please, won't somebody say I'll get out of here
Someone give me my shot, or I'll rot here
Show me how and I will, I'll get out of here
I'll start climbing uphill and get out of here
Someone tell me I still could get out of here
Someone tell Lady Luck that I'm stuck here
[Outro]
Gee, it sure would be swell to get out of here
Bid the gutter farewell and get out of here
I'd move heaven and hell to get out of Skid
I'd do I don't know what to get out of Skid
But a hell of a lot to get out of Skid
People tell me there's not a way out of Skid
But believe me, I gotta get out of Skid Row
Written by: Alan Menken, Howard Ashman
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