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Gee, Officer Krupke (From"West Side Story"/Soundtrack Version) - Kevin Csolak/John Michael Fiumara/Jess LeProtto/Ben Cook/Kyle Allen/Myles Erlick/Patrick Higgins
Lyrics by：Leonard Bernstein/Stephen Sondheim
Composed by：Leonard Bernstein/Stephen Sondheim
Oh look at yous
You feckless friggin' disappointments
Now give me one good reason
I shouldn't throw the book at ya
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke
You gotta understand
It's just our bringin' upke
That gets us out of hand
Our mothers all are ***
Our fathers all are drunks
Golly Moses naturally 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 good
There is untapped good
Like inside the worst of us is good
Oh that's a touching good story
Let me tell it to the world
Just tell it to the judge
Dear kindly Judge your Honor
My parents treat me rough
With all their ***
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
Right
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 psychologically disturbed
I'm disturbed
We're disturbed we're disturbed
We're the most disturbed
Like we're psychologically disturbed
Ye ye hear ye
In the opinion on this court
The boy's depraved on account he ain't had a normal home
Hey I'm depraved on account I'm deprived
Take this not to head to care
Why not no no no
My father is a bastard
My ma's an SOB
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
Yes
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 sociologically he's sick
I am sick
We are sick we are sick
We are sick sick sick
Like we're sociologically sick
In my professional opinion
What we've got here is a run-of-the-mill juvenile delinquent
And juvenile delinquency is a social disease
He's dise is a social disease
Bring him to a social worker
Wait can I catch it by catching him
Dear kindly social worker
They say go earn a buck
Like be a soda jerker
Which means like be a schmuck
It's not I'm anti-social
I'm only anti-work
Gloryosky that's why I'm a jerk
Eek
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
I'm no good
We're no good we're no good
We're no earthly good
Like the best of us is no d**n good
The trouble is he's crazy
The trouble is he drinks
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 fellow with a social disease
Gee Officer Krupke
What are we to do
Gee Officer Krupke
Krup you
