The Jet Song (west Side Story) Lyrics - Ah, Men! The Boys Of Broadway - Betty Buckley

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 them 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! 

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 swinginest 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 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! 

Were drawin' the line, 

So keep your noses hidden! 

Were hangin' a sign 

Says Visitors forbidden-- 

And we ain't kiddin! 

Here come the Jets, 

Yeah! And were gonna beat 

Every last buggin' gang 

On the whole buggin' street! 

One the whole 

Ever, mother, lovin' 

Street! Yeah!