GEE, OFFICER KRUPKE
Excuse me, Mr. Officer, you think we bad Uh?
You wanna clean up the streets Uh?
You'd better put the society in handcuffs.
Huh Huh, you've got a hard job.
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you gotta understand,
It's just our bringin' up-ke that gets us out of hand.
Our mothers all are junkies,
Our fathers all are drunks,
Golly Moses, matcherly we're punks!
Gee, Officer Krupke, we're very upset;
We never had the love that every child oughta get.
We ain't no delinquents, we're misunderstood.
Deep down inside us there is good!
There is good, there is good, there is untapped good.
Like inside, the worst of us is good.
You see, Officer Krupke, you've gotta have some compassion!
You know, you're always harassing me.
But what you don't understand is, I've come from a broken home.
My mama don't care about me.
My daddy don't care about me.
And you always get in no mark.
It ain't me. It's society.
Dear kindly Judge, your Honor, my parents treat me rough.
With all their marijuana,
They won't give me a puff. They didn't wanna have me,
But somehow I was had.
Leapin'lizards , that's why I'm so bad!
Officer Krupke, you're really a square;
This boy don't need a judge, he needs an analyst's care!
It's just his neurosis that oughta be curbed/
He's psychologic'ly disturbed!
We're disturbed, we're the most disturbed,
My father is a bastard, my ma's an S.O.B.
My grandpa's always plastered, my grandma pushes tea,
My sister wears a mustache, my brother wears a dress.
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess!
Officer Krupke, you're really a slob.
This boy don't need a doctor, just a good honest job.
Society's played him a terrible trick, and sociologic'ly he's sick!
We are sick, we are sick, we are sick sick sick,
Like we're sociologically sick!
Dear kindly social worker, they say go earn a buck,
Like be a soda jerker, which means like be a schmuch.
It's not I'm anti-social, I'm only anit-work.
Glory Osky, that's why I'm a jerk!
Officer Krupke, you've done it again.
This boy don't need a job, he needs a year in the pen.
It ain't just a question of misunderstood;
Deep down inside him, he's no good!
We're no good, we're no good, like the best of us is no damn good!
The trouble is he's crazy. The trouble is he's drunk.
The trouble is he's lazy. The trouble is he stinks.
The trouble is he's growing. The trouble is he's grown!
Krupke, we got troubles of our own!
Gee, Officer Krupke,
We're down on our knees,
'Cause no one wants a fella with a social disease.
Gee, Officer Krupke,
What are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke,
Krup you!
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"There is nothing good nor bad,
but thinking makes it so."
~ Shakespeare's "Hamlet"
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