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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Russ Tamblyn
Actor
Tucker Smith
Performer
West Side Story Ensemble (2009)
Performer
West Side Story Orchestra
Performer
Jim Bryant
Performer
Johnny Green
Conductor
Tony Mordente
Performer
David Winters
Performer
Eliot Feld
Performer
Bert Michaels
Performer
David Bean
Performer
Robert Banas
Performer
Scooter Teague
Performer
Harvey Hohnecker
Performer
Tony Abbott
Performer
Susan Oakes
Performer
Gina Trikonis
Performer
Carole D'Andrea
Performer
Marni Nixon
Performer
Joanne Miya
Performer
Betty Wand
Performer
Rita Moreno
Performer
Yvonne Othon
Performer
Natalie Wood
Performer
George Chakiris
Performer
Suzie Kaye
Performer
Richard Beymer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Bernstein
Composer
Stephen Sundheim
Lyrics
Tony Kushner
Book
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Didier C. Deutsch
Reissue Producer
Lyrics
RIFF: 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 them 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!
ACTION: In, out, let's get crackin'.
A-RAB: Where you gonna find Bernardo?
RIFF: At the dance tonight at the gym.
BIG DEAL: But the gym's neutral territory.
RIFF: (Innocently) I'm gonna make nice there! I'm only gonna challenge him.
A-RAB: Great, Daddy-O!
RIFF: So everybody dress up sweet and sharp. Meet Tony and me at ten. And walk tall!
A-RAB: We always walk tall!
BABY JOHN: We're Jets!
ACTION: The greatest!
ACTION and BABY JOHN (Sing)
When you're a Jet,
You're the top cat in town,
You're the gold medal kid
With the heavyweight crown!
A-RAB, ACTION, BIG DEAL
When you're a Jet,
You're the swingin'est thing:
Little boy, you're a man;
Little man, you're a king!
ALL
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
Ev'ry last buggin' gang
On the whole buggin' street!
On the whole!
Ever!
Mother!
Lovin'!
Street!
Yeah!
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim, Leonard Bernstein
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