Album: West Side Story

Jet Song



The Street - 5:00 p.m.

RIFF: Against the Sharks we need every man we got

ACTION: Tony don't belong any more.

RIFF: Cut it, Action boy. I and Tony started the Jets

ACTION: Well, he acts like he don't wanna belong.

BABYJOHN: Who wouldn't wanna belong to the Jets!

RIFF: Right! He's always come through for us and he will now.

When you' re a Jet
You're a Jet al1 the way
From your first cigarette
To you last dyin' day.
When you're a Jet
If the shit 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!
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're gonna find Bernardo?

RIFF: At the dance tonight at the gym

BIG DEAL: But the gym is 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 and
meet Tony and me at ten.

ALL:
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!
(They dance together a little wild )

RIFF: Hey, Cool! Easy. Sweet. See ya. And walk tall!
(He runs off)

A-RAB: We always walk tall!

BABY JOHN: We're Jets!

ACTION: The greatest!

ACTION and 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 and BIG DEAL:
When you're a Jet
You're the swingingest thing
Little boy, you're a man
Little man, you're a king

ALL:
The Jets are in gear.
Our cylinders are clicking
The Sharks'll stay 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! An' we're gonna beat
Ev'ry last buggin' gang
On the whole buggin' street!
On the whole ever-mother-lovin' street!