Gee, Officer Krupkee Lyrics - Tlc

Salt-n-pepa, left eye, etc. 

(appears on the songs of west side story) 

Excuse me mr. officer 

You think we're bad, huh? 

You wanna clean up the streets, huh? 

Well you better put society in handcuffs 

Ha ha, you got a hard job 

Music by bernstein 

Lyrics by sondheim 

I'm talkin' 'bout west side story 

It's before my time 

Police sweat me like the sharks & the jets 

Because I do what I does 

So they wanna hit me 

If you let me 

I'll explain the game 

Clear my name 

And show you ain't a damn thing changed 

So don't criticize the way that I ball hey 

This ain't broadway 

We learned it the hard way 

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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 

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You see, officer krupkee 

You gotta have some compassion 

You know, you always harrassin' me 

But what you don't understand is 

I come from a broken home 

My momma don't care about me 

My daddy don't care about me 

And you always gettin' on my case 

It ain't me homeboy 

It's society 

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 

He's disturbed! 

We're disturbed, we're disturbed 

We're the most disturbed 

Like we're psychologically disturbed 

We out of our minds you know what I'm sayin' 

Yeah, because we got problems 

Deep down inside 

I ain't got no analystic junk heap 

And sit down on the couch 

Then find out why I'm disturbed 

I know why I'm disturbed 

And you know what 

I don't care 

'cause it's just like that 

And that's just how it is 

You know what I'm sayin' 

That's the way it is 

Crazy 

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 

We are 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 gump's 

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 antisocial 

I'm only antiwork 

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

Officer krupkee ya 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 ain't no damn 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 crazy 

The trouble is he drinks 

The problem is he's lazy 

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!