Jet Song
- David Livingston (2000)You are listening to the song Jet Song by David Livingston, writer by Leonard Bernstein;Stephen Sondheim in album Leonard Bernstein Conducts West Side Story. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
Lyrics
Against the Sharks we need every man we got
Tony don't belong any more
Cut it, Action boy. I and Tony started the Jets
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
When you're a Jet
You're a Jet all 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.
In, out, let's get crackin'
Where you're gonna find Bernardo?
At the dance tonight at the gym
But the gym is neutral territory
I'm gonna make nice there! I'm
Only gonna challenge him
Great Daddy-O!
So everybody dress up sweet and sharp and
Meet Tony and me at ten.
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)
Hey, Cool! Easy. Sweet. See ya. And walk tall!
(He runs off)
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 swingingest thing
Little boy, you're a man
Little man, you're a king.
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!
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