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Officer krupkeDear kindly sergeant KrupkeYou gotta understandIt’s just our bringin upkeThat gets us outta handOur mothers all are junkiesOur fathers all are drunksGolly Moses natcherly we’re punks

Gee officer KrupkeWe’re very upsetWe never had the loveThat every child oughta getWe ain’t no delinquentsWe’re misunderstoodDeep down inside us there is goodThere is good, there is untapped goodLike inside the worst of us is good

Dear kindly Judge your honor

My parents treat me roughWith all their marihuanaThey won’t give me a puffThey didn’t wanna have meBut somehow I was hadLeaping LizzardsThat’s why I’m so bad

Right! Officer KrupkeYou’re really a squareThis boy don’t need a judgeHe needs an analists’ careIt’s just his neurosisThat ought to be curbedWe’re psychologic’ly disturbedWe’re disturbed, we’re the most disturbedLike we’re psychologic’ly disturbed

My father is a bastardMy ma’s an S.O.B.My grandpa’s allways plasterdMy grandma pushes teaMy sister wears a mustacheMy brother wears a dressGoodness graciousThat’s why I’m a mess

Yes! Officer Krupke You’re really a slobThis boy don’t need a doctorJust a good honest jobSociety’s played himA terrible trickAnd sociologic’ly he’s sickWe are sick, We are sick, sick, sickLike we’re sociologically sick

Dear kindly social workerThey say go earn a buckLike be a soda jerkerWhich means like be a schmuckIt’s not I’m anti-socialI’m only anti-workGloryosky that’s why I’m a jerk

Eek! Officer Krupke,You’ve done it againThis don’t need a jobHe needs a year in the penIt ain’t just a question

Of misunderstoodDeep down inside him he’s no goodWe’re no good, we’re no earthly goodLike the best of us is no damn good!

The trouble is he’s crazyThe trouble is he drinksThe trouble is he’s lazyThe trouble is he stinksThe trouble is he’s growingThe trouble is he’s grownKrupke we gotTroubles of our ownGee officer KrupkeWe’re down on our knees‘cause no one wants a fellowWith a social diseaseGee, officer KrupkeWhat are we to do?Gee, officer KrupkeKrup you!