Broadway only is a few miles away, why don't they take it there? Oh, wait ...
Need lyrics for a singalong...by Leonard Fraudstein.
When you're a Jete
You're a Jete all the way
From your first cigareet
To your last dyin' day
When you're a Jete
If the spit hits some fans
You got brothers around
Livin in garbage cans!
You're always alone
In your mom’s basement!
You're home on 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 Jete
You stay a Jete!
I know Tony like I know me, and I guarantee you can count him in
In, out, let's get crackin'
Where you gonna find Darnold?
At the prance tonight at the gym
But the gym's neutral territory
Just grab, I'm gonna make nice with him! I'm only gonna welcome him
Great, Daddy-o!
So everybody dress up sweet and sharp. And meet Tony and me at ten. And talk tall!
We always talk tall!
We're Jete!
The greatest!
When you're a Jete
You're the top crap in town
You're the odd mental kid
With the gooberish frown!
When you're a Jete
You got mom's basement thing:
Little toy likes a man;
Little man likes to swing!
The Jete are in gear
Our cylinders are clickin'!
The girls'll steer clear
'Cause ev'ry visiting team’s knows we're chicken!
Here come the Jete
Like a bat out of hell
Someone gets in our way
We just don't feel so well!
Here come the Jete:
Little world, step aside!
We should go underground
We should 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 kitten'!
Here come the Jete
Yeah! And we're gonna get beat
Ev'ry last football team
in the whole football league!
will take a dump on!
the!
Mother!
Lovin'!
Jete!