Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song West Side Story: No. 14, Gee, Officer Krupke, artist - New York Philharmonic, Leonard Bernstein, Eddie Roll, Grover Dale, Hank Brunjes, Tony Mordente, David WintersAlbum song Leonard Bernstein plays/conducts Bernstein, in the genre Мировая классикаWest Side Story: No. 14, 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! |
Artist lyrics: Leonard Bernstein
Artist lyrics: New York Philharmonic Orchestra