Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Jet Song (West Side Story), artist - Betty Buckley. Date of issue: 06.11.2014
Song language: English
The Jet Song (West Side Story) |
| ACTION: Well, he acts like he don’t wanna belong. |
| BABY JOHN: Who wouldn’t wanna belong to the Jets! |
| ACTION: Tony ain’t been with us for over a month. |
| SNOWBOY: What about the day we clobbered the Emeralds? |
| A-RAB: Which we couldn’t have done without Tony. |
| BABY JOHN: He saved my ever-lovin'neck! |
| RIFF: Right! |
| He’s always come through for us and he will now. |
| (sings) |
| 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! |
| (spoken) I know Tony like I know me. |
| I guarantee you can count him in. |
| ACTION: In, out, let’s get crackin'. |
| A-RAB: Where you gonna find Bernardo? |
| RIFF: At the dance tonight at the gym. |
| BIG DEAL: But the gym’s neutral territory. |
| RIFF: (innocently) I’m gonna make nice there! |
| I’m only gonna challenge him. |
| A-RAB: Great, Daddy-O! |
| RIFF: So everybody dress up sweet and sharp. |
| ALL (sing) |
| 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 Tony and me at ten. |
| And walk tall! |
| A-RAB: We always walk tall! |
| BABY JOHN: We’re Jets! |
| ACTION: The greatest! |
| ACTION and BABY JOHN (sing) |
| 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! |
| ALL |
| 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 |
| Ev’ry last buggin’gang |
| On the whole buggin’street! |
| On the whole! |
| Ever! |
| Mother! |
| Lovin'! |
| Street! |
| Yeah! |