No one cares for you a smidge When you're in an orphanage It's the hard-knock life No one's there When your dreams at night get creepy No one cares if you grow Or if you shrinkNo one dries When your eyes get red and weepy From the crying you would think This place would sinkĮmpty belly life Rotten smelly life Full of sorrow life No tomorrow life Santa Claus we never seeSanta Claus, what's that? Who's he? Once a day, don't you want To throw the towel in? Got no folks to speak of So it's the hard-knock row we hoe Cotton blankets instead of wool Empty bellies instead of full It's the hard-knock lifeĭon't it feel like the wind Is always howling?ĭon't it seem like There's never any light? It's the hard-knock life for us Instead of treated We get tricked Instead of kisses We get kicked It's the hard-knock life Why any kid would want to be an orphan is beyond me. What do we say, Annie? I love you, Miss Hannigan. If this floor don't shine like the top of the Chrysler Building. This room had better be regulation before breakfast.

So maybe now this prayer's The last one of its kind Won't you please Come get your baby? because they want a little girl with brown hair and brown eyes.īetcha he reads Betcha she sews Maybe she's made me A closet of clothes Maybe they're strictAs straight as a line Don't really care As long as they're mine Oh, my goodness. I mean it! Do you want Miss Hannigan to come in? So maybe now it's time And maybe when I wake They'll be there calling me baby Maybe Maybe far away Or maybe real nearby He may be pouring her coffee She may be straightening his tie Maybe in a house All hidden by a hill She's sitting playing piano He's sitting paying a bill Betcha they're young Betcha they're smart Bet they collect things Like ashtrays and art Betcha they're good Why shouldn't they be? The sun 'll come out tomorrow Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow There 'll be sun Just thinking about tomorrow Clears away the cobwebs And the sorrow Till there's none When I'm stuck with a day That's gray and lonely I just stick out my chin And grin and say Oh, the sun'll come out tomorrow So you gotta hang on till tomorrow Come what may Tomorrow, tomorrow I love ya, tomorrow You're only a day away Tomorrow, tomorrow I love ya, tomorrow You're only a day A Way

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