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 gunsI 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
thingLittle 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 com the Jets
like a bat out of hellSomeone gets in our way,
someone don't feel so wellHere come the Jets
little world, step aside!Better go undeground,
better run, better hideWe'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!