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To: country bob who wrote (100185)	4/28/2005 4:28:52 AM
From: sandintoes	Respond to of 225578

Right, hoods in khaki who hung out at the local candy store.. Got a Rocket in my Pocket!!! HWL "The Jets Song" music by Leonard Bernstein; lyrics by Stephen Sondheim "The Jet Song" (clip) sung by Russ Tamblyn (a .MP3 file courtesy Sony). 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 they cart you away. When you're a Jet, You stay a Jet! (Conversation about the dance) When you're a Jet, You're the top cat in town, You're the gold-metal 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 ev'ry 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 Ev'ry last buggin' gang On the whole buggin' street! On the whole ever-mother-lovin' street! reelclassics.com

To: country bob who wrote (100185)	4/28/2005 4:31:04 AM
From: sandintoes	Respond to of 225578

Missy and I watched West Side Story again a couple of weeks ago..Gotta rocket in my pocket... ICE You'll laugh. Yeah, now you all better dig this and dig it good. No matter who or what is eatin' at you, man you show it and you are dead. You are cuttin' a hole in yourselves for them to stick in a red hot umbrella and open it. Wide. You wanna live in this lousy world? You play it cool. ACTION I wanna get even! ICE Get cool! A-RAB I wanna bust! ICE Bust cool! ACTION I wanna go! ICE Go cool! Boy, boy, crazy boy Get cool, boy Got a rocket in your pocket Keep coolie cool boy Don't get hot 'Cause man you got Some high times ahead Take it slow And Daddy-o You can live it up and die in bed Boy, boy, crazy boy Stay loose, boy Breeze it Buzz it Easy does it Turn off the juice, boy Go man, go But not like a yo-yo school boy Just play it cool, boy Real cool Boy, boy, crazy boy Stay loose, boy Breeze it Buzz it Easy does it Turn off the juice, boy Just play it cool, boy Real cool