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Snapping FingersSmooth Boppy Piano Riff: This turf is small but it's all we got, huh?I want to hold it like we always held it, with skin!But if they say blades, I say blades but if they say guns, I say guns. I say I want the Jets to bethe 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-dumb!Riff: Now, protocality calls for a war council between us and the Sharks to set the whole thingup. So I will personally give the bad news to Bernardo. Aganst the Sharks, we need every man wegot 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.A-Rab: What about the day we clobbered the Emeralds?Big Deal: Which we couldn't have done without Tony.Baby John: He saved my ever-lovin' neck!Riff: Yeah, he's come through for us and he alwayswill.Riff: When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the waySongtextefrom your first cigarette to your last dyin' day.When you're a Jet, let 'em do what they can. Yougot brothers around, you're a family man! You'renever alone, you're never disconnected! You'rehome with your own when company's expected, you'rewell protected! Then you are set with a capitalJ, which you'll never forget till the cart you away. When you're a Jet, you stay a Jet!Riff: I know Tony like I know me and I guaranteeyou can count him in.Action: In, out, let's get crackin'.A-Rab: Where you gonna find Bernardo?Baby John: It ain't safe to go into PR territory.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 withhim! I'm only gonna challenge him.A-Rab: Great, Daddy-o!Riff: So everybody dress up sweet and sharp andmeet 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!DrumsSnowboy: When you're a Jet, you're the top cat intown, you're the gold medal kid with the heavyweight crown!Diesel: When you're a Jet, you're the swingin'estthing. Little boy, you're a man, little man, you're a king! Jets: The Jets are in gear. Our cylinders are clickin'. The Sharks'll stear clear'cause every Puerto Rican's a lousy chicken! Herecome the Jets like a bat out of hell. Someone gets in our way, someone don't feel so well. Herecome the Jets little world, step aside! Better gounderground, 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 every last buggin' gang onthe whole buggin' street! on the whole buggin' ever lovin' street!Gee-Tar: Yeah! Aus Songtexte Mania