Betty Buckley - The Jet Song (West Side Story) Тексты

When youre a Jet,
Youre a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette
To your last dyin day.
When youre a Jet,
Let them do what they can,
You got brothers around,
Youre a family man!
Youre never alone,
Youre never disconnected!
Youre home with your own
When companys expected,
Youre well protected!
Then you are set
With a capital J,
Which youll never forget
Till they cart you away.
When youre a Jet,
You stay
A Jet!
When youre a Jet,
Youre the top cat in town,
Youre the gold-medal kid
With the heavyweight crown!
When youre a Jet,
Youre the swinginest thing.
Little boy, youre a man;
Little man, youre a king!
The Jets are in gear,
Our cylinders are clickin!
The Sharksll steer clear
Cause every Puerto Ricans
A lousy chicken!
Here come the Jets
Like a bat out of hell
Someone gets in our way
Someone dont 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 aint 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!