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PRETTY
MARIA
I feel pretty, Oh, so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and bright! And I pity Any girl who isn't me tonight. I feel charming, Oh, so charming It's alarming how charming I feel! And so pretty That I hardly can believe I'm real. See the pretty girl in that mirror there: Who can that attractive girl be? Such a pretty face, Such a pretty dress, Such a pretty smile, Such a pretty me! I feel stunning And entrancing, Feel like running and dancing for joy, For I'm loved By a pretty wonderful boy! GIRLS Have you met my good friend Maria, The craziest girl on the block? You'll know her the minute you see her, She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock. She thinks she's in love. She thinks she's in Spain. She isn't in love, She's merely insane. It must be the heat Or some rare disease, Or too much to eat Or maybe it's fleas. Keep away from her, Send for Chino! This is not the Maria we know! Modest and pure, Polite and refined, Well-bred and mature And out of her mind! MARIA I feel pretty, Oh, so pretty That the city should give me its key. A committee Should be organized to honor me. GIRLS La la la la . . . MARIA I feel dizzy, I feel sunny, I feel fizzy and funny and fine, And so pretty, Miss America can just resign! GIRLS La la la la . . . MARIA See the pretty girl in that mirror there: GIRLS What mirror where? MARIA Who can that attractive girl be? GIRLS Which? What? Where? Whom? MARIA Such a pretty face, Such a pretty dress, Such a pretty smile, Such a pretty me! GIRLS Such a pretty me! ALL I feel stunning And entrancing, Feel like running and dancing for joy, For I'm loved By a pretty wonderful boy! Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. | |
TONIGHT
MARIA
Only you, you’re the only thing I’ll see forever, In my eyes, in my words and in everything I do, Nothing else but you Ever! TONY And there’s nothing for me but Maria, every sight that I see is Maria. MARIA Tony, Tony… TONY Always you, every thought I’ll ever know, Everywhere I go, you’ll be. MARIA All the world is only you and me! TONY Tonight, tonight, It all began tonight, I saw you and the world went away. MARIA Tonight, tonight, There’s only you tonight, What you are, what you do, what you say. TONY Today, all day I had the feeling A miracle would happen -- I know now I was right. BOTH For here you are And what was just a world is a star Tonight! MARIA’S FATHER’S VOICE (from inside) Maruca! MARIA (spoken) I cannot stay. Go quickly! TONY (spoken) I’m not afraid, MARIA Please. TONY (kissing her) Good night. MARIA Buenas noches. TONY I love you. MARIA Yes, yes. Hurry Wait! When will I see you? TONY Tomorrow. MARIA I work at the bridal shop across the street. Madam Lucia’s TONY I’ll come there. MARIA At closing time. Six o’clock. TONY Yes. MARIA Good night. TONY Good night. MARIA (calling down) Tony! TONY Ssh! MARIA When you come, use the back door. TONY Si. MARIA Tony! What does Tony stand for? TONY Anton. MARIA Te adoro, Anton. TONY Te adoro, Maria. BOTH SING Good night, good night, Sleep well and when you dream, Dream of me Tonight. Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. | |
AMERICA
ROSALIA
Puerto Rico, You lovely island . . . Island of tropical breezes. Always the pineapples growing, Always the coffee blossoms blowing . . . ANITA Puerto Rico . . . You ugly island . . . Island of tropic diseases. Always the hurricanes blowing, Always the population growing . . . And the money owing, And the babies crying, And the bullets flying. I like the island Manhattan. Smoke on your pipe and put that in! OTHERS I like to be in America! O.K. by me in America! Ev'rything free in America For a small fee in America! ROSALIA I like the city of San Juan. ANITA I know a boat you can get on. ROSALIA Hundreds of flowers in full bloom. ANITA Hundreds of people in each room! ALL Automobile in America, Chromium steel in America, Wire-spoke wheel in America, Very big deal in America! ROSALIA I'll drive a Buick through San Juan. ANITA If there's a road you can drive on. ROSALIA I'll give my cousins a free ride. ANITA How you get all of them inside? ALL Immigrant goes to America, Many hellos in America; Nobody knows in America Puerto Rico's in America! ROSALIA I'll bring a T.V. to San Juan. ANITA If there a current to turn on! ROSALIA I'll give them new washing machine. ANITA What have they got there to keep clean? ALL I like the shores of America! Comfort is yours in America! Knobs on the doors in America, Wall-to-wall floors in America! ROSALIA When I will go back to San Juan. ANITA When you will shut up and get gone? ROSALIA Everyone there will give big cheer! ANITA Everyone there will have moved here! Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. | |
SOMEWHERE
There's a place for us,
Somewhere a place for us. Peace and quiet and open air Wait for us Somewhere. There's a time for us, Some day a time for us, Time together with time to spare, Time to learn, time to care, Some day! Somewhere. We'll find a new way of living, We'll find a way of forgiving Somewhere . . . There's a place for us, A time and place for us. Hold my hand and we're halfway there. Hold my hand and I'll take you there Somehow, Some day, Somewhere! | |
A BOY LIKE THAT
ANITA
A boy like that who'd kill your brother, Forget that boy and find another, One of your own kind, Stick to your own kind! A boy like that will give you sorrow, You'll meet another boy tomorrow, One of your own kind, Stick to your own kind! A boy who kills cannot love, A boy who kills has no heart. And he's the boy who gets your love And gets your heart. Very smart, Maria, very smart! A boy like that wants one thing only, And when he's done, he'll leave you lonely. He'll murder your love; He murdered mine. Just wait and see, Just wait, Maria, Just wait and see! MARIA Oh no, Anita, no, Anita, no! It isn't true, not for me, It's true for you, not for me. I hear your words And in my head I know they're smart, But my heart, Anita, But my heart Knows they're wrong And my heart Is too strong, For I belong To him alone, to him alone. One thing I know: I am his, I don't care what he is. I don't know why it's so, I don't want to know. ANITA A boy like that, etc. Very smart Maria, very smart! MARIA Oh no, Anita, no, You should know better! You were in love - or so you said. You should know better . . . I have a love, and it's all that I have. Right or wrong, what else can I do? I love him; I'm his, And everything he is I am, too. I have a love, and it's all that I need, Right or wrong, and he needs me, too. I love him, we're one; There's nothing to be done, Not a thing I can do But hold him, hold him forever, Be with him now, tomorrow And all of my life! BOTH When love comes so strong, There is no right or wrong, Your love is your life. Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. | |
ONE HAND, ONE HEART
TONY: (Spoken) I, Anton, take thee, Maria . . .
MARIA: (Spoken) I, Maria, take thee, Anton . . . TONY: For richer, for poorer . . . MARIA: In sickness and in health . . . TONY: To love and to honor . . . MARIA: To hold and to keep . . . TONY: From each sun to each moon . . . MARIA: From tomorrow to tomorrow . . . TONY: From now to forever . . . MARIA: Till death do us part. TONY: With this ring, I thee wed. MARIA: With this ring, I thee wed. TONY (Sings) Make of our hands one hand, Make of our hearts one heart, Make of our vows one last vow: Only death will part us now. MARIA Make of our lives one life, Day after day, one life. BOTH Now it begins, now we start One hand, one heart; Even death won't part us now. Make of our lives one life, Day after day, one life. Now it begins, now we start One hand, one heart, Even death won't part us now. Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. | |
SOMETHING'S COMING
TONY
Could be! Who knows? There's something due any day; I will know right away, Soon as it shows. It may come cannonballing down through the sky, Gleam in its eye, Bright as a rose! Who knows? It's only just out of reach, Down the block, on a beach, Under a tree. I got a feeling there's a miracle due, Gonna come true, Coming to me! Could it be? Yes, it could. Something's coming, something good, If I can wait! Something's coming, I don't know what it is, But it is Gonna be great! With a click, with a shock, Phone'll jingle, door'll knock, Open the latch! Something's coming, don't know when, but it's soon; Catch the moon, One-handed catch! Around the corner, Or whistling down the river, Come on, deliver To me! Will it be? Yes, it will. Maybe just by holding still, It'll be there! Come on, something, come on in, don't be shy, Meet a guy, Pull up a chair! The air is humming, And something great is coming! Who knows? It's only just out of reach, Down the block, on a beach, Maybe tonight . . . | |
JET SONG
RIFF: (Spoken) Against the Sharks we need every man we got.
ACTION: (Spoken) Tony don't belong any more. RIFF: Cut it, Action boy. I and Tony started the Jets. ACTION: Well, he acts like he don't wanna belong. BABY JOHN: Who wouldn't wanna belong to the Jets! ACTION: Tony ain't been with us for over a month. SNOWBOY: What about the day we clobbered the Emeralds? A-RAB: Which we couldn't have done without Tony. BABY JOHN: He saved my ever-lovin' neck! RIFF: Right! He's always come through for us and he will now. (Sings) 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, If the spit hits the fan, 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! (Spoken) I know Tony like I know me. I guarantee you can count him in. ACTION: In, out, let's get crackin'. A-RAB: Where you gonna find Bernardo? RIFF: At the dance tonight at the gym. BIG DEAL: But the gym's neutral territory. RIFF: (Innocently) I'm gonna make nice there! I'm only gonna challenge him. A-RAB: Great, Daddy-O! RIFF: So everybody dress up sweet and sharp. ALL (Sing) Oh, when the Jets fall in at the cornball dance, We'll be the sweetest dressin' gang in pants! And when the chicks dig us in our Jet black ties, They're gonna flip, gonna flop, gonna drop like flies! RIFF: (Spoken) Hey. Cool. Easy. Sweet. Meet Tony and me at ten. And walk tall! A-RAB: We always walk tall! BABY JOHN: We're Jets! ACTION: The greatest! ACTION and BABY JOHN (Sing) When you're a Jet, You're the top cat in town, You're the gold medal kid With the heavyweight crown! A-RAB, ACTION, BIG DEAL When you're a Jet, You're the swingin'est thing: Little boy, you're a man; Little man, you're a king! ALL 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! And we're gonna beat Ev'ry last buggin' gang On the whole buggin' street! On the whole! Ever! Mother! Lovin'! Street! Yeah! Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. | |
COOL
RIFF
Boy, boy, crazy boy, Get cool, boy! Got a rocket in your pocket, Keep coolly 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 schoolboy. Just play it cool, boy, Real cool! Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. |