Dear kindly Sargeant Krupke Ya gotta understand It′s just our bringing 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 Kruke we′re very upset We never had the love that every child ought to 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 Look inside the most of us is good "
This is such a good story" "
Let me tell it to the world" "
Just tell it to the judge!" Dear kindly Judge, your honor My parents treat me rough We sold ′em 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 analysts care It's just his neurosis that oughtta be curved He's psychologically disturbed I′m disturbed We′re disturbed, we're disturbed, we′re the most diturbed Like we're psychologically disturbed "
Hear ye, hear ye In the opinion of this court this child is depraved on account that he ain′t had a normal home" "
I'm depraved on account I′m deprived" "
So take him to a headshrinker!" My father is a bastard My ma's an S.
My grandpa's always plastered My grandma pushes tea My sister wears a moustache 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 does not 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 some dough Like be a soda-jerker which means I′d be a schmoe It's not I'm anti-social I′m only anti-work ((Glory?
Oskee?)) 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 he's no damn good "
The trouble is he′s lazy!" "
The trouble is he drinks!" "
The trouble is he's crazy!" "
The trouble is he stinks!" "
The trouble is he′s growing!" "
The trouble is he's grown!" Krupke, we′ve got troubles of our own Officer Krupke, we're down on our knees '
Cause no one loves a fella with a social disease Gee, Officer Krupke What are we to do Gee, Officer Krupke Krup you!