Jet Song West Side Story lyrics

Smooth Boppy Piano
Snapping Fingers
Riff: This turf is small but it`s all we got, huh?
I wanna hold it like we always held it, with skin!
But if they say blades, I say blades but if they say
guns, I say guns.I say I want the Jets to be the
number one!To sail!To hold the sky!
Baby John: Rev us up!
Gee-Tar: Voom-va-voom!
Big Deal: Cha-chung!
Action: Wacko-jacko!
A-Rab: Digga-digga-dig-dum!
Riff: Now, protocality calls for a war council
between us and the Sharks to set the whole thing up.
So I will personally give the bad news to Bernardo.
Against the Sharks, we need every man we got we need
a lieutenant for the war council.
Action: That`s me.
Riff: That`s Tony.
Action: Who needs Tony?
Riff: We need Tony!He has a reputation bigger than
the whole west side.
Action: Tony don`t belong no more.
Riff: Cut it, Action Tony and I started the Jets.
Action: What about the day we clobbered the Emeralds?
Big Deal: Which we couldn`t have done without Tony.
Baby John: He saved my ever-loving neck!
Riff: Yeah, Tony has come through for us and he
always will.
Riff: When you`re a Jet, you`re a Jet all the way
from your frst 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 till they cart you away. When
you`re a Jet, you stay a Jet!
Riff: I know Tony like I know me and I guarantee you
can count him in.
Action: In, out, let`s get crackin`.
A-Rab: Where you gonna find Bernardo?
Riff: He`ll be at the dance at the gym tonight.
A-Rab: Yeah, but the gym`s neutral territory.
Riff(innocently): A-Rab, I`m gonna make nice with
him!I`m only gonna challenge him.
A-Rab: Great, Daddy-o!
Riff: So everybody dress up sweet and sharp and meet
Tony and me at the dance at ten. And walk tall!
A-Rab: We always walk tall!
Baby John: We`re Jets!
Action: The greatest!
Drums
Snowboy: When you`re a Jet, you`re the top cat in
town, you`re the gold medal kid with the heavyweight
crown!
Diesel: When you`re a Jet, you`re the swingin`est
thing.Little boy, you`re a man, little man, you`re
a king!
Jets: The Jets are in gear, our cylinders are
clickin`.The Sharks`ll steer clear `cause ev`ry
Puerto Rican`s a lousy chicken!Here com 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 undeground,
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!An` we`re gonna beat ev`ry last
buggin` gang on the whole buggin` street!On the
whole buggin` ever lovin` street!
Gee-Tar: Yeah!
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