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Testo The Jets Song
Testo The Jets 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,
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 hear,
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 hear,
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!
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