Gee, Officer Krumke Lyrics - Singles - Westside Story

Hey you, who me Officer Krupke? 

Yeah, you, give me one good reason 

For not draggin' you down to the station house 

You punk 

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, 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 touchin' good story 

Oh well, lemme tell it to the world 

Just tell it to the judge 

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 

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 on 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 

My daddy beats my mommy, my mommy clobbers me 

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 opinion this child don't 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 

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 anti-work 

Gloryosky, 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 

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 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