When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way from your first cigarette to your last dying 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 the cart you away
When you're a Jet, you stay a Jet
I know Tony like I know me and I guarantee
You can count him in
In, out, let's get crackin'
Where you gonna find Bernardo?
It ain't safe to go into PR territory
He'll be at the dance at the gym tonight
Yeah, but the gym's neutral territory
A-rab, I'm gonna make nice with him
I'm only gonna challenge him
Great, Daddy-o
So everybody dress up sweet and sharp and
Meet Tony and me at the dance at ten
And walk tall
We always walk tall
We're Jets
The greatest
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 swingin'est 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 stear 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
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 buggin' ever lovin' street
Yeah

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Leonard Bernstein, Stephen Sondheim