The jets song
par West Side Story
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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,
Let ´em do what they can.
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!
(Conversation about the dance)
When you´re a Jet,
You´re the top cat in town,
You´re the gold-metal 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
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!
You´re a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette
To your last dyin´ day.
When you´re a Jet,
Let ´em do what they can.
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!
(Conversation about the dance)
When you´re a Jet,
You´re the top cat in town,
You´re the gold-metal 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
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!