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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

I know Tony like I know me.

- You can count him in.

- Let's get cracking.

- Where will you find Bernardo?

- PR territory ain't safe.

- He'll be at the dance.

- That's neutral territory.

A-rab, I'll make nice with him.

I'll challenge him.

Great, Daddy-O!

Everybody dress up sweet and sharp.

Meet Tony and me at the dance at 10.

- And walk tall!

- We always walk tall!

- We're Jets!

- The greatest!

When you're a Jet

You're the top cat in town

You're the gold-medal kid

With the heavyweight crown

When you're a Jet

You're the swingingest thing

Little boy, you're a man

Little man, you're a king

The Jets are in gear

Our cylinders are clicking

The Sharks'll steer clear

Cos every 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 drawing the line

So keep your noses hidden

We're hanging a sign

Says 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

Buggin'

Ever-Iovin'

Street... Yeah!

- Tony, you're not listening.

- I hear you, Riff.

Then why don't you answer?

I don't want to hurt you.

You're my best friend.

Womb to tomb?

Birth to earth!

That's why you gotta come

to the dance tonight

and stand up with me.

Come on, Tony. Just say yes.

Riff.

Do you ever stop to figure

how many bubbles

are in one bottle of soda pop?

Tony, this is important.

Everything's important, Riff.

You. Me. The sweet guy I work for.

The Sharks walk bad. They bite hard.

If we don't stop 'em now, we'll never...

Here! Work for a living.

How do you like that?

Four years,

I live with a buddy and his family.

I think I'm digging a guy's character.

Boy, am I a victim

of disappointment in you.

End your suffering, little man.

Why don't you just

pack up your gear and move out?

Cos your ma's hot for me.

No! No, it's cos I hate

living with my buggin' uncle.

- Come on! Come on!

- Uncle! Uncle!

Now...

Go play games with the Jets.

Why not? They're the greatest.

Ain't they?

Were.

Were?

You found something better?

No. Not yet, but...

But what?

You won't dig it, Riff.

So try me.

Come on, Tony, try me.

OK.

Every single night, for the last month,

I wake up, and I'm reaching out.

- For what?

- I don't know.

A dame?

It's right outside the door.

Just around the corner...

but it's coming.

What is?

I don't know!

It's like the kick

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