Jet Song

Lyrics

[RIFF, spoken] Against the Sharks we need every man we got [ACTION, spoken] Ah, Tony don't belong any more [RIFF, spoken] Cut it, Action boy I and Tony started the Jets [ACTION, spoken] Well, he acts like he don't wanna belong [BABY JOHN, spoken] Who wouldn't wanna belong to the Jets? [ACTION, spoken] Eh, Tony ain't been with us for over a month [SNOWBOY, spoken] What about the day we clobbered the Emeralds? [A-RAB, spoken] Which we couldn't have done without Tony [BABY JOHN, spoken] He saved my ever-lovin' neck! [RIFF, spoken] Right! He's always come through for us and he will now [RIFF] 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 Till they cart you away When you're a Jet You stay A Jet! [RIFF, spoken] Now I know Tony like I know me I guarantee you can count him in! [ACTION, spoken] In, out, let's get crackin' [A-RAB, spoken] Where you gonna find Bernardo? [RIFF, spoken] At the dance tonight at the gym [BIG DEAL, spoken] But the gym is neutral territory [RIFF, spoken] I'm gonna make nice there I'm only gonna challenge him [A-RAB, spoken] Great, Daddy-O! [RIFF, spoken] So everybody dress up sweet and sharp [JETS] Oh, when the Jets fall in At the cornball dance We'll be the sweetest dressin' gang in pants! And when the chicks dig us In our Jet black ties They're gonna flip, gonna flop Gonna drop like flies! [RIFF, spoken] Hey. Cool. Easy. Sweet Meet me and Tony at ten And walk tall! [A-RAB, spoken] We always walk tall! [BABY JOHN, spoken] We're Jets! [ACTION, spoken] The greatest! [ACTION & BABY JOHN] When you're a Jet You're the top cat in town You're the gold-medal kid With the heavyweight crown! [A-RAB, ACTION & BIG DEAL] 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] The Jets are in gear Our cylinders are clickin'! The Sharks'll steer clear 'Cause every Puerto Rican 'S a lousy chicken! Here come the Jets Like a bat outta 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!