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

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!