Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Michael Fiumara
John Michael Fiumara
Vocals
David Newman
David Newman
Performer
Frank Huang
Frank Huang
First Violin
Gustavo Dudamel
Gustavo Dudamel
Conductor
New York Philharmonic
New York Philharmonic
Orchestra
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Bernstein
Leonard Bernstein
Composer
Stephen Sundheim
Stephen Sundheim
Composer
Tony Kushner
Tony Kushner
Book
David Newman
David Newman
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeanine Tesori
Jeanine Tesori
Producer
Shawn Murphy
Shawn Murphy
Mixing Engineer
Lawrence Manchester
Lawrence Manchester
Recording Engineer
Angie Teo
Angie Teo
Engineer
Aki Nishimura
Aki Nishimura
Engineer
Ben Miller
Ben Miller
Engineer
Kevin Shaw
Kevin Shaw
Engineer
Joe E. Rand
Joe E. Rand
Editing Engineer
David Channing
David Channing
Editing Engineer
David Newman
David Newman
Producer
Josh Coleman
Josh Coleman
Additional Engineer
M. Sullivan
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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