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Gee, Officer Krupke (stage) - текст песни



Gee, Officer Krupke (stage)


ACTION (spoken)


To them we ain't even human. We're cruddy juvenile delinquents.


So that's what we give 'em





SNOWBOY (imitating Krupke)


Hey, you!





ACTION


Me, Officer Krupke?





SNOWBOY


Yeah you! Gimme one good reason for not dragging you down to the


station house, ya punk.





ACTION (sung)


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!


Natcherly we're punks!





ALL


Gee, Officer Krupke, we're very upset


We never had the love that every child oughtta get


We ain't no delinquents, we're misunderstood


Deep down inside us there is good!





ACTION


There is good!





ALL


There is good, there is good


There is untapped good


Like inside, the worst of us is good!





SNOWBOY (spoken)


That's a touchin' good story





ACTION


Lemme tell it to the world!





SNOWBOY


Just tell it to the judge!





ACTION (sung)


Dear kindly Judge, your Honour


My parents treat me rough


With all their marijuana


They won't give me a puff


They didn't want to have me


But somehow I was had


Leapin' lizards!


That's why I'm so bad!





DIESEL (imitating a judge)


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!





ACTION


I'm disturbed!





ALL


We're disturbed, we're disturbed


We're the most disturbed


Like we're psychologically disturbed!





DIESEL (spoken)


Hear ye, hear ye! In the opinion of this court, this child is depraved


on account he ain't had a normal home.





ACTION


Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived!





DIESEL


So take him to a headshrinker!





ACTION (sung)


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!





A-RAB (imitating a psychiatrist)


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!





ACTION


I am sick!





ALL


We are sick, we are sick


We are sick, sick, sick


Like we're sociologically sick!





A-RAB (spoken)


In my opinion, this child does not need to have his head shrunk at


all. Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease





ACTION


Hey, I got a social disease!





A-RAB


So take him to a social worker!





ACTION (sung)


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 anti-social


I'm only anti-work


Glory osky!


That's why I'm a jerk!





BABY JOHN (imitating female social worker)


Eek!


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!





ACTION


I'm no good!





ALL


We're no good, we're no good


We're no earthy good


Like the best of us is no damn good!





DIESEL


The trouble is he's lazy!





A-RAB


The trouble is he drinks!





BABY JOHN


The trouble is he's crazy!





DIESEL


The trouble is he stinks!





A-RAB


The trouble is he's growing!





BABY JOHN


The trouble is he's grown!





ALL


Krupke, we got troubles of our own!





Gee, Officer Krupke


We're down on our knees


'Cause no one wants a fella with a social disease


Gee, Officer Krupke


What are we to do?


Gee, Officer Krupke -


Krup you!



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