- westside story: act i: pro咯股額 歌詞 Will Martin
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- Will Martin westside story: act i: pro咯股額 歌詞
- Will Martin
- 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!
RIFF : (Spoken) Hey. Cool. Easy. Sweet. ACTION and BABY JOHN (Sing) When you're a Jet, You're the top cat in town, You're the gold medal kid With the heavyweight crown!
A-RAB, ACTION, BIG DEAL When you're a Jet, You're the swingin'est thing: Little boy, you're a man; Little man, you're a king!
ALL 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! And we're gonna beat Ev'ry last buggin' gang On the whole buggin' street! On the whole! Ever! Mother! Lovin'! Street! Yeah! Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim.
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