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

"By subway..."

(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!