文本歌词

West Side Story - Act I: 'Jet Song' (Riff, Jets) - San Francisco Symphony
Lyrics by：Stephen Sondheim
Composed by：Leonard Bernstein
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 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
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
When you're a Jet
You're the top cat in town
You're the gold-metal 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 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 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 An' we're gonna beat
Ev'ry last buggin' gang
On the whole buggin' street
On the whole ever-mother-lovin' street
Yeah