West Side Story: II. Jet Song

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 till they cart you away

When you're a Jet

You stay a Jet!

I know Tony like I know me. And I guarantee you can count him in!

In, out. Let's get crackin'!

Where you gonna find Bernardo?

At the dance tonight at the gym. 

But the gym's neutral territory!

I'm gonna make nice with him, I'm only gonna challenge him. 

Great, Daddy-o!

So everybody dress up sweet and sharp. And meet Tony and me at ten. And walk 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 every Puerto Rican's

A lousy chicken!

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

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!