Jet Song (Live)
- Chris Meissner (2014)You are listening to the song Jet Song (Live) by Chris Meissner, writer by Leonard Bernstein;Stephen Sondheim in album West Side Story (Act 1). 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.
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Lyrics
When you're a Jet you're a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette till 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.
I know Tony like I know me
And 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
Hey but the gym's neutral territory.
Oh, I'm gonna make nice there
When I'm only gonna challenge him
Great, daddy-o.
So everybody dress up sweet and sharp
And meet Tony and me at ten 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 every 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.
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