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Jet Song
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cody Green
Cody Green
Vocals
West Side Story Ensemble (2009)
West Side Story Ensemble (2009)
Vocals
New Broadway Cast of West Side Story (2009)
New Broadway Cast of West Side Story (2009)
Performer
West Side Story Orchestra
West Side Story Orchestra
Performer
Patrick Vaccariello
Patrick Vaccariello
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Bernstein
Leonard Bernstein
Composer
Stephen Sondheim
Stephen Sondheim
Composer
Tony Kushner
Tony Kushner
Book
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Caddick
David Caddick
Producer
David Lai
David Lai
Producer

Lyrics

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 When all 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 Jet! (Spoken) (Riff)Now I know Tony like I know me And I guarantee you can count him in. (Diesel)In out let's get crackin'. (Action) Where you gonna find Bernardo? (Riff)There's a dance tonight at the gym. (Baby John)But the gym is neutral territory. (Riff) I'm only gonna make nice there. I'm only gonna challenge him. (Ice) Great Daddy-O! (Riff)Everybody dress up sweet and sharp. And meet Tony and me at 10. And walk tall! (Action) We always walk tall! (Ice) We're Jets! (Baby John) The Greatest! (Sung) When you're a Jet You're the top cat in town You're the gold medal kid With a heavy weight crown When you're a Jet You're the swinginest 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' a line So keep your noses hidden We're hangin' a sign Says vistors 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!
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim, Leonard Bernstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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