Track Title: Jet Song Album Title: Bernstein: Greatest Hits Prime Artist: Leonard Bernstein Piano: Katia & Marielle Labeque From the Show: West Side Story 1957 (S) Lyrics: RIFF 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 Till they cart you away. When you're a Jet, You stay A Jet! ALL Oh, when the Jets fall in at the cornball dance, We'll be the sweetest dressin' gang in pants! And when the chicks dig us in our Jet black ties, They're gonna flip, gonna flop, gonna drop like flies! ACTION and BABY JOHN When you're a Jet, You're the top cat in town, You're the gold-metal kid With the heavyweight crown! A-RAB, ACTION, BIG DEAL When you're a Jet, You're the swingin'est thing: Little boy, you're a man; Little man, you're a king! ALL 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! An' we're gonna beat Ev'ry last buggin' gang On the whole buggin' street! On the whole ever-mother-lovin' street!