Jet Song
Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein; Stephen Sondheim
Performer(s): The Jets;
and various other artists



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 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 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!