John Michael Fiumara, Mike Faist, Kevin Csolak, Patrick Higgins and Kyle Coffman - Jet Song

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, 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 'til they cart you away
When you're a Jet
You stay a Jet

So meet Tony and me at the Dog Days Dance at the gym tonight

We can't rumble at the gym, it'll be lousy with cops

Maybe we had enough troubles with the Puerto Ricans for one day?

Relax, it's a social mixer, so we'll mix
Until the time's right to fix the rumble for tomorrow night
Be there 10 pm, punctual-like
Dressed to kill, walkin' 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 swinginest 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 outta 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' a 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
On the whole ever-mother-lovin' street
Yeah

Written by:
Leonard Bernstein, Stephen Sondheim

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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