Karaoke Jet Song by West Side Story — sing along with lyrics on Singa

Jet Song Karaoke

West Side Story

LyricsJet Song

Who needs Tony

Against the Sharks

We need every

Man we got

Tony don't belong

Anymore

Cut it Action

Me and Tony

Started the jets

Well he acts like

He don't wanna

Belong

Well hey who

Wouldn't wanna

Belong to the jets

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

If the spit

Hits the fan

You got brothers

Around you're

A family man

You're never alone

You're never

Disconnected

You're home

On your own

When company's

Expected

You're well

Protected

Then you are set

With a capitaI "J"

Which you'll

Never forget

Till they

Cart you away

When you're a jet

You stay a jet

I know Tony

Like I know me

I guarantee you can

Count him in

In Out

Let's get

Crackin'

Where you gonna

Find Bernardo

At the dance

Tonight

At the gym

But the gym's

Neutral territory

I'm gonna make

Nice there

I'm only gonna

Challenge him

Great Daddy-O

So everybody

Dress up sweet

And sharp

Oh when the jets

Fall in at the

Cornball dance

We'll be the

Sweetest dressin'

Gang in pants

And when the

Chicks dig us

In our jet black ties

They're gonna

Flip gonna flop

Gonna drop

Like flies

Hey Cool

Easy Sweet

Meet Tony and me

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

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

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 ever

Mother-lovin'

Street

Composer
Leonard Bernstein