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Act I: 2. Jet Song

Kurt Ollmann, David Livingston, Stephen Bogardus, Peter Thom, Marty Nelson & Leonard Bernstein
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Against the Sharks, we need every man we got Tony don't belong anymore Cut it, action boy! I and Tony started the Jets Well, he acts like he don't wanna belong Who wouldn't wanna belong to the Jets? Right! He's always come through for us, and he will now (Sung) When you're a Jet You're a Jet all the way From your first cigarette To your last dying 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! (Spoken) I know Tony like I know me. I guarantee you can count him in In... out... let's get crackin'. Where you gonna find Bernardo? At the dance tonight, at the gym But the gym's neutral territory I'm gonna make nice there. I'm only gonna challenge him Great, Danny-o! So everybody dress up sweet and sharp, and meet Tony and me at ten Oh, when the Jets ball in At the cornball dance We'll be the sweetest dressing gang in Kent And when the chicks dig us In our jet black ties They're gonna flip, gonna flop Gonna drop like flies Hey, cool, easy, sweet. See ya. And walk 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 Right up at our left Now 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!