Stephen Sondheim
Jet Song
[RIFF, spoken]
Against the Sharks we need every man we got. 

[ACTION, spoken]
Ah, Tony don't belong any more. 

[RIFF, spoken]
Cut it, Action boy. I and Tony started the Jets. 

[ACTION, spoken]
Well, he acts like he don't wanna belong. 

[BABY JOHN, spoken]
Who wouldn't wanna belong to the Jets?

[ACTION, spoken]
Eh, Tony ain't been with us for over a month. 

[SNOWBOY, spoken]
What about the day we clobbered the Emeralds?

[A-RAB, spoken]
Which we couldn't have done without Tony. 

[BABY JOHN, spoken]
He saved my ever-lovin' neck!
[RIFF, spoken]
Right! He's always come through for us and he will now. 

(sung)
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!
(spoken)
Now I know Tony like I know me. I guarantee you can count him in!

[ACTION, spoken]
In, out, let's get crackin'. 

[A-RAB, spoken]
Where you gonna find Bernardo?

[RIFF, spoken]
At the dance tonight at the gym. 

[BIG DEAL, spoken]
But the gym is neutral territory. 

[RIFF, spoken]
I'm gonna make nice there. I'm only gonna challenge him. 

[A-RAB, spoken]
Great, Daddy-O!

[RIFF, spoken]
So everybody dress up sweet and sharp. 

[JETS]
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!
[RIFF, spoken]
Hey. Cool. Easy. Sweet. Meet me and Tony at ten. And walk tall!

[A-RAB, spoken]
We always walk tall!

[BABY JOHN, spoken]
We're Jets!

[ACTION, spoken]
The greatest!

[ACTION & BABY JOHN]
When you're a Jet
You're the top cat in town
You're the gold-medal 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!

[THE JETS]
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 outta 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—
Ever—!
Mother—!
Lovin'—!
Street!
Yeah!