Video Musik
Video Musik
Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Michael Fiumara
Vocals
Frank Huang
First Violin
Gustavo Dudamel
Conductor
New York Philharmonic
Orchestra
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Bernstein
Composer
Stephen Sondheim
Composer
Tony Kushner
Book
David Newman
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeanine Tesori
Producer
Shawn Murphy
Mixing Engineer
Lawrence Manchester
Recording Engineer
Angie Teo
Engineer
Aki Nishimura
Engineer
Joe E. Rand
Editing Engineer
Kevin Shaw
Engineer
Ramiro Belgardt
Editing Engineer
Ben Miller
Engineer
David Channing
Editing Engineer
David Newman
Producer
Josh Coleman
Additional Engineer
M. Sullivan
Producer
Lirik
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
You're never alone
You're never disconnected
You're home with your own
When company's expected
You're well-protected
[Verse 3]
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
[Bridge]
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've had enough trouble 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 p.m. punctual-like
Dressed to kill, walkin' tall
We always walk tall, we're Jets
The greatest
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
The Jets are in gear
Our cylinders are clickin'
The Sharks'll steer clear
'Cause ev'ry Puerto Rican's
A lousy chicken
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
We're drawin' a line
So keep your noses hidden
We're hangin' a sign
Says, "Visitors Forbidden"
And we ain't kiddin'
[Verse 8]
Here come the Jets, yeah, and we're gonna beat
Ev'ry last buggin' gang on the whole buggin' street
On the whole ever mother lovin' street
Yeah
Written by: Leonard Bernstein, Stephen Sondheim