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West Side Story – Cast 2021 - Jet Song (From "West Side Story")
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
John Michael Fiumara
John Michael Fiumara
Вокал
David Newman
David Newman
Исполнитель
Frank Huang
Frank Huang
Первая скрипка
Gustavo Dudamel
Gustavo Dudamel
Дирижер
Los Angeles Film Philharmonic Orchestra
Los Angeles Film Philharmonic Orchestra
Оркестр
New York Philharmonic
New York Philharmonic
Оркестр
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Леонард Бернстайн
Леонард Бернстайн
Композитор
Стивен Сондхайм
Стивен Сондхайм
Композитор
Tony Kushner
Tony Kushner
Книга
Дэвид Ньюман
Аранжировщик
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jeanine Tesori
Jeanine Tesori
Продюсер
Shawn Murphy
Shawn Murphy
Миксинг-инженер
Lawrence Manchester
Lawrence Manchester
Инженер звукозаписи
Angie Teo
Angie Teo
Инженер
Aki Nishimura
Aki Nishimura
Инженер
Ben Miller
Ben Miller
Инженер
Kevin Shaw
Kevin Shaw
Инженер
David Channing
David Channing
Инженер обработки
Дэвид Ньюман
Продюсер
Josh Coleman
Josh Coleman
Дополнительный инженер
M. Sullivan
M. Sullivan
Продюсер

Слова

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 thе Dogs Days Dance at the gym tonight (We can't rumble at the gym, it will be lousy with cops) (Maybe we had enough trouble with the Puerto Ricans for one day) Relax! It's a social mixer, so we'll mix Until the time is right to fix the rumble for tomorrow night Be there 10:00 p.m., punctual-like, dressed to kill, walking 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 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 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! And we're gonna beat Every last buggin' gang On the whole buggin' street! On the whole! Ever! Mother! Lovin'! Street! Yeah!
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim, Leonard Bernstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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