The Jet Song (West Side Story) [Explicit] Songtext
von Betty Buckley

When you′re a Jet
You're a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette
To your last dying 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
Till they cart you away
When you′re a Jet
You stay a Jet
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 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 every 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 "Visits is 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!