Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gee, Officer Krupke!, artist - Russ Tamblyn
Date of issue: 17.08.2021
Song language: English
Gee, Officer Krupke! |
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 punk! |
Gee, Officer Krupke, we’re very upset; |
We never had the love that ev’ry boy 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 touchin' 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! |
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 cured |
He’s psychologic’ly disturbed! |
I’m disturbed! |
We’re disturbed, we’re disturbed |
We’re the most disturbed |
Like we’re psychologic’ly disturbed |
(Hear ye, Hear ye, in the opinion on this court, this child is depraved on |
account of he ain’t had a normal home |
Hey, I’m depraved because I’m deprived! |
So take him to a headshrinker |
Headshrinker, you! |
Me? |
You!) |
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! |
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 sociologic’ly he’s sick! |
I am sick! |
We are sick, we are sick |
We are sick, sick, sick |
Like we’re sociologically we’re sick! |
(In my opinion, this child doesn’t need his head shrunk at all. Juvenile |
delinquency is purely a social disease! |
Hey, I got a social disease! |
Just take him to the social worker!) |
Dear kindly social worker |
They say go make some dough |
Like be a soda jerker |
Which means I’ll be a schmo! |
It’s not I’m anti-social |
It’s just I’m 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 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 fellow with a social disease |
Gee, Officer Krupke |
What are we to do? |
Gee, Officer Krupke |
Fuck you! |