Jet Song
When You're a Jet
You're a jet all the way
From your first cigarette to your last dying 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 on your own
When componys 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
Jet!!
(Dialouge)
We are jets, the greatest!
When you're a jet you're the top cat in town
You're the gold medal kid
With the Heavy weight crown
When you're a jet you're the swingingest thing
Little Boy you're a man
Little man you're a king
The jets are in gear
Our cylinders are clicking
The shots will stay 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 drawing the line
So keep your noses hidden
We're hanging a sign
Says visitors forbidden
and we aint' kidding
(whispered)
Here come the jets (yeah)
and we're gonna beat every last buggin' gang
on the whole buggin' street
(sung)
On the whole
ever
mother
lovin'
Street!
End
You're a jet all the way
From your first cigarette to your last dying 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 on your own
When componys 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
Jet!!
(Dialouge)
We are jets, the greatest!
When you're a jet you're the top cat in town
You're the gold medal kid
With the Heavy weight crown
When you're a jet you're the swingingest thing
Little Boy you're a man
Little man you're a king
The jets are in gear
Our cylinders are clicking
The shots will stay 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 drawing the line
So keep your noses hidden
We're hanging a sign
Says visitors forbidden
and we aint' kidding
(whispered)
Here come the jets (yeah)
and we're gonna beat every last buggin' gang
on the whole buggin' street
(sung)
On the whole
ever
mother
lovin'
Street!
End
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim, Leonard Bernstein
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