West Side Story: Jet Song (Russ Tamblyn, Jets)

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 'em 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
'Til they cart you away
When you're a Jet
You stay a Jet!

Now I know Tony like I know me
And I guarantee you can count him in
In, out, let's get cracking!
Where you gonna find Bernardo?
It ain't safe to go into PR territory
The dance tonight at the gym
Yeah, but the gym's neutral territory!
A-Rab. I'm gonna make nice with him! I'm only gonna challenge him
Right, Daddy-O
So, listen
Everybody dress up sweet and sharp
Meet Tony and me at the dance at, ah, 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 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!
Buggin'!
Ever!
Lovin'!
Street!
Yeah!