Soloist: 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...
Company: "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.(x2)
"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.(x1)
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. (boys oooh when this is being sung) And Uptown you cater to a million whores. You disinfect terrazzo on their bathroom floors. The jobs are really menial you make no bread. And then at five-o'clock you head
(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. (x8)
Seymour: 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 and 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.)
Syemour: Someone show me a way to get outta here. Audrey: 'Cause I constantly pray I'll get outta here. Seymour: Please won't somebody say I'll get outta here. Both: Someone gimmie my shot, or I'll rot here!
(Downtown) Both: Show me how and I will, I'll get outta here. (There's no rules for us) (Downtown) Both: I'll start climbin' up hill and get outta here. ('Cause it's dangerous) (Downtown) Both: Someone tell me I still could get outta here. (Where there rainbow just doesn't show) Both: Someone tell lady luck that I'm stuck here! (When you get...)
(Downtown) Both: 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!