Kevin Csolak, John Michael Fiumara, Patrick Higgins, Jess LeProtto, Ben Cook, Kyle Allen, Myles Erlick - Gee, Officer Krupke lyrics
[Kevin Csolak, John Michael Fiumara, Patrick Higgins, Jess LeProtto, Ben Cook, Kyle Allen, Myles Erlick - Gee, Officer Krupke lyrics]
Oh, look at ya's
Ya feckless friggin' disappointments
Now gimme one good reason I
Shouldn't throw the book atcha
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke
You gotta understand
It's just our bringin' up-ke
That gets us out of hand
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!
Aw, that's a touchin' good story
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 of this court
The boy is depraved on account he
Ain't had a normal home
Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived
So take this nut to a headshrinker
Oh, why not?
My father is a bastard
My ma's an S.O.B
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 professional opinion
What we got here is
A run-of-the-mill juvenile delinquent
And juvenile delinquency is a social disease!
Ew, Diesel, you got a social disease?
Bring him to a social worker!
Wait, can I catch it by touching him?
Dear
Kindly social worker
They say go earn a buck
Like be a soda jerker
Which means I'd be a schmuck
It's not I'm anti-social
I'm only anti-work
Gloriosky! 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
Gee, Officer Krupke
What are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke
Krup you!
Ya feckless friggin' disappointments
Now gimme one good reason I
Shouldn't throw the book atcha
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke
You gotta understand
It's just our bringin' up-ke
That gets us out of hand
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!
Aw, that's a touchin' good story
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 of this court
The boy is depraved on account he
Ain't had a normal home
Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived
So take this nut to a headshrinker
Oh, why not?
My father is a bastard
My ma's an S.O.B
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 professional opinion
What we got here is
A run-of-the-mill juvenile delinquent
And juvenile delinquency is a social disease!
Ew, Diesel, you got a social disease?
Bring him to a social worker!
Wait, can I catch it by touching him?
Dear
Kindly social worker
They say go earn a buck
Like be a soda jerker
Which means I'd be a schmuck
It's not I'm anti-social
I'm only anti-work
Gloriosky! 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
Gee, Officer Krupke
What are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke
Krup you!