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Snapping Fingers

Smooth 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 be

the 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 thing

up. So I will personally give the bad news to Bernardo. Aganst the Sharks, we need every man we

got 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 always

will.

Riff: 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, let 'em do what they can. 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 the cart you away. When you're a Jet, you stay a Jet!

Riff: I know Tony like I know me and I guarantee

you 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 with

him! I'm only gonna challenge him.

A-Rab: Great, Daddy-o!

Riff: So everybody dress up sweet and sharp and

meet 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!

Drums

Snowboy: When you're a Jet, you're the top cat in

town, you're the gold medal kid with the heavyweight crown!

Diesel: When you're a Jet, you're the swingin'est

thing. 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! 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!

An' we're gonna beat every last buggin' gang on

the whole buggin' street! on the whole buggin' ever lovin' street!

Gee-Tar: Yeah!