Gee, Officer Krupke Lyrics - Salt N Pepa

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, 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 deliquents 

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 

Dear kindly Judge, your Honour 

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 

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 

Father is a bastard 

My mom's an S-O-B 

My grandpa's always plastered 

My gramma pushes tea 

My sister wears a moustache 

My brother wears a dress 

Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess 

Officer Krupkee you're really a slob 

This boy don't need a doctor 

Just a good honest job 

Society played him a terrible trick 

And socialogically he's sick 

I am sick! 

We are sick, we are sick 

We are sick sick sick 

Like we're sociologically sick 

In other words 

This is what happens when cousins marry 

We are pendejo heads, inbred 

Hey we're like Chicano Forrest Gumps 

Dear kindly social worker 

They say go earn a buck 

Like be a soda jerker 

Which means like be a shmuck 

It's not I'm antisocial 

I'm only antiwork 

Glory Osky, now that's why I'm a jerk 

Officer Krupkee ya've done it again 

This boy don't need a doc 

He needs a year in the pen 

It ain't just a question of misunderstood 

Deep down inside, 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 problem is he's crazy 

The trouble is he stinks 

The trouble is he's growin' 

The trouble is he's grown 

Krupkee we've got troubles of our own 

Gee, Officer Krupkee 

We're down on our knees 

'cause no one wants a fella 

With a social disease 

Gee, Officer Krupkee 

What are we to do 

Gee, Officer Krupkee 

Krup you!