The Jet Song

THE JET SONG

West Side Story

RIFF 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 them 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! SNOWBOY When you're a Jet, You're the top cat in town, You're the gold-medal kid With the heavyweight crown! ICE When you're a Jet, You're the swingin'est thing. Little boy, you're a man; Little man, you're a king!

ALL 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! And we're gonna beat Every last buggin' gang On the whole buggin' street! One the whole—! Buggin'—! Ever—! Lovin'—! Street!