Jet Song

When you're a Jet
You're a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette
To your last dyin' day

When you're a Jet
If the spit hits the fan
You got brothers around
You're a family man

You're never alone
You're never disconnected
You're home with your own
When company's expected
You're well protected!

Then you are set with a capital J
Which you'll never forget
'Til they cart you away
When you're a Jet
You stay a Jet!

So meet Tony and me at thе Dogs Days Dance at the gym tonight
(We can't rumble at the gym, it will be lousy with cops)
(Maybe we had enough trouble with the Puerto Ricans for one day)
Relax! It's a social mixer, so we'll mix
Until the time is right to fix the rumble for tomorrow night
Be there 10:00 p.m., punctual-like, dressed to kill, walking tall!
(We always walk tall! We're Jets!)
The greatest!

When you're a Jet
You're the top cat in town
You're the gold-medal kid
With the heavyweight crown!

When you're a Jet
You're the swingin'est thing
Little boy, you're a man
Little man, you're a king!

The Jets are in gear
Our cylinders are clickin'!
The Sharks'll steer clear
'Cause ev'ry Puerto Rican
'S a lousy chicken!

Here come the Jets
Like a bat out of hell
Someone gets in our way
Someone don't feel so well!

Here come the Jets!
Little world, step aside
Better go underground
Better run, better hide!

We're drawin' the line
So keep your noses hidden!
We're hangin' a sign
Says, "Visitors Forbidden"
And we ain't kiddin'!

Here come the Jets
Yeah! And we're gonna beat
Every last buggin' gang
On the whole buggin' street!

On the whole!
Ever!
Mother!
Lovin'!
Street!

Yeah!



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim, Leonard Bernstein
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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