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Top Songs By Mike Faist
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Michael Fiumara
Vocals
David Newman
Performer
Frank Huang
First Violin
Gustavo Dudamel
Conductor
New York Philharmonic
Orchestra
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Bernstein
Composer
Stephen Sundheim
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
Ben Miller
Engineer
Kevin Shaw
Engineer
Joe E. Rand
Editing Engineer
David Channing
Editing Engineer
David Newman
Producer
Josh Coleman
Additional Engineer
M. Sullivan
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
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
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