Curtis holbrook - Gee, officer krupke lyrics

Hey you Who me, Officer Krupke? Yeah you, gimme one good reason for not dragging You down the station, ya punk? 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, 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 That's a touching good story 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 of 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 is a commie, 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, he shouldn't be here This boy don't need a couch, he needs a useful career 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 tell me get a job Like be a soda jerker, which means like be a slob It's not I'm antisocial, I'm only anti-work Glory Osky, that's why I'm a jerk 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 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 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 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!