Karaoké Gee, Officer Krupke West Side Story (1961 film)

See, them cops they believe everything they read in the papers about us cruddy JDs

So that's what we give 'em somethin' to believe in

Hey, you

Who, me, Officer Krupke? yeah you

Gimme one good reason for not dragging you down to the station house ya punk

Dear kindly, Sergeant Krupke you gotta understand

It's just our bringin' upke that gets us out of hand

Our mothers all are junkies our fathers all are drunks

Golly Moses natcherly 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

That's a touchin' good story

Lemme tell it to the world just tell it to the judge

Dear kindly, Judge, your Honour my parents treat me rough

With all their marijuana they won't give me a puff

They didn't want to 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

Hear ye, hear ye in the opinion of this court

This child is depraved on account he ain't had a normal home

Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived

So take him to a headshrinker you

Who, me?

My daddy beats my mommy my mommy clobbers me

My grandpa is a Commie 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 he shouldn't be here

This boy don't need a couch he needs a useful career

Society's played him a terrible trick

Und 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 opinion, this child does not need to have his head shrunk at all

Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease

Hey, I got a social disease

So take him to a social worker

Which way?

That way

Dear kindly, social worker they tell me "get a job"

Like be a soda jerker which means like be a slob

It's not I'm anti-social

I'm only anti-work

Glory osky 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 damn good

The trouble is he's lazy the trouble is he drinks

The trouble is he's crazy 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

'Cos no one wants a fella with a social disease

Gee, Officer Krupke what are we to do?

Gee, Officer Krupke

Krup you