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Snapping fingers |
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smooth boppy piano |
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riff: this turf is small but it's all we got, huh? |
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i wanna hold it like we always held it, with skin! |
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but if they say blades, i say blades but if they say guns, i say guns. i say i want the jets to be |
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the number one! to sail! to hold the sky! |
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baby john: rev us up! |
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gee-tar: voom-va-voom! |
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big deal: cha-chung! |
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action: wacko-jacko! |
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a-rab: digga-digga-dig-dum! |
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riff: now, protocality calls for a war council between us and the sharks to set the whole thing |
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up. so i will personally give the bad news to bernardo. aganst the sharks, we need every man we |
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got we need a lieutenant for the war council. |
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action: that's me. |
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riff: that's tony. |
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action: who needs tony? |
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riff: we need tony! he has a reputation bigger than the whole west side. |
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action: tony don't belong no more. |
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riff: cut it, action. tony and i started the jets. |
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a-rab: what about the day we clobbered the emeralds? |
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big deal: which we couldn't have done without tony. |
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baby john: he saved my ever-lovin' neck! |
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riff: yeah, he's come through for us and he always |
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will. |
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riff: when you're a jet, you're a jet all the way |
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from your first cigarette to your last dyin' day. |
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when you're a jet, let 'em do what they can. you |
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got brothers around, you're a family man! you're |
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never alone, you're never disconnected! you're |
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home with your own when company's expected, you're |
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well protected! then you are set with a capital |
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j, which you'll never forget till the cart you away. when you're a jet, you stay a jet! |
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riff: i know tony like i know me and i guarantee |
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you can count him in. |
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action: in, out, let's get crackin'. |
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a-rab: where you gonna find bernardo? |
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baby john: it ain't safe to go into pr territory. |
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riff: he'll be at the dance at the gym tonight. |
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a-rab: yeah, but the gym's neutral territory. |
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riff(innocently): a-rab, i'm gonna make nice with |
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him! i'm only gonna challenge him. |
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a-rab: great, daddy-o! |
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riff: so everybody dress up sweet and sharp and |
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meet tony and me at the dance at ten. and walk tall! |
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a-rab: we always walk tall! |
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baby john: we're jets! |
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action: the greatest! |
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drums |
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snowboy: when you're a jet, you're the top cat in |
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town, you're the gold medal kid with the heavyweight crown! |
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diesel: when you're a jet, you're the swingin'est |
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thing. little boy, you're a man, little man, you're a king! |
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jets: the jets are in gear. our cylinders are clickin'. the sharks'll stear clear |
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'cause every puerto rican's a lousy chicken! here |
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come the jets like a bat out of hell. someone gets in our way, someone don't feel so well. here |
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come the jets little world, step aside! better go |
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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! |
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an' we're gonna beat every last buggin' gang on |
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the whole buggin' street! on the whole buggin' ever lovin' street! |
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gee-tar: yeah! |
