Westside Story - Gee, Officer Krumke lyrics

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 an*lyst'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