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Robert Rorabeck Male, 94, Uruguay (4/14/2005 1:07:00 AM)

What? No rumble? I came armed with a switchblade and a whirligig. Well, if no one’s gonna fight, I’m going to sing a song about the gang I just joined. You might know this one too, so join in at any time,

When you're a Jet you're a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette To your last dying day
When you're a Jet let them do what they can
You've 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 T
hen 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!
When you're a Jet you're the top cat in town
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 outta 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 drawing the line, So keep your nose's hidden
We're hangin' a sign Sayes 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! Yeah!

I don’t know about you guys, but that makes me feel a whole lot better. Anyone for ice-cream?

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  • Poetry Hound (4/14/2005 3:10:00 AM) Post reply

    Nice one, Robert. In one of the versions of this song - I think in the original movie score - the third line is, 'When you're a jet, when the spit hits the fan' I think it works a little better.

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