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Gee, Officer Krupke

Canadian Brass
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Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you gotta understand It's just our bringing up-ke that gets us out of hand Our mothers' all are junkies And 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 ought to get We ain't no delinquents, we're misunderstood Deep down inside us there is good There is good! There is untapped good Like inside, the waste of us is good Yeah, I'm good, yeah, I'm good, yeah, I'm good, yeah, I'm good Yeah, I'm bad, yeah Dear kindly Judge, Your Honor, my parents treat me rough Why, with all their marijuana, they won't give me a puff They didn't want to have me, but somehow I was had Bleeping lizards, that's why I'm so bad 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's got to be curbed He's psychologically disturbed We're disturbed! We're the most disturbed Like we're psy-ecologically disturbed My daddy beats my mommy, and my mommy clobbers me My grandpa is a Commie, and my grandma pushes tea My sister wears a mustache, and my brother wears a dress Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess Yo, 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 Und sociologically he's sick He is sick Sick 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 Boreyosky, that's why I'm a jerk Oh, 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 Who's no good? Haha, we're no good That guy's pretty good He's 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? Ah! Gee, Officer Krupke!