Betty Buckley - The Jet Song (West Side Story) lyrics

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When youre a Jet,

Youre a Jet all the way

From your first cigarette

To your last dyin day.

When youre a Jet,

Let them do what they can,

You got brothers around,

Youre a family man!

Youre never alone,

Youre never disconnected!

Youre home with your own

When companys expected,

Youre well protected!

Then you are set

With a capital J,

Which youll never forget

Till they cart you away.

When youre a Jet,

You stay

A Jet!

When youre a Jet,

Youre the top cat in town,

Youre the gold-medal kid

With the heavyweight crown!

When youre a Jet,

Youre the swinginest thing.

Little boy, youre a man;

Little man, youre a king!

The Jets are in gear,

Our cylinders are clickin!

The Sharksll steer clear

Cause every Puerto Ricans

A lousy chicken!

Here come the Jets

Like a bat out of hell

Someone gets in our way

Someone dont feel so well!

Here come the Jets:

Little world, step aside!

Better go underground,

Better run, better hide!

Were drawin the line,

So keep your noses hidden!

Were hangin a sign

Says Visitors forbidden--

And we aint kiddin!

Here come the Jets,

Yeah! And were gonna beat

Every last buggin gang

On the whole buggin street!

One the whole

Ever, mother, lovin

Street! Yeah!