West Side Story (Original Broadway Cast) [Remastered]: Act II: 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 punks

Gee, Officer Krupke, we're very upset
We never had the love that ev'ry 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 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 on account I'm deprived!
So take him to a headshrinker)

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 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 gotta earn some dough
Like be a soda jerker
Which means like be a shmo!
It's not I'm anti-social
I'm only anti-work!
Gloryoskee! 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 rest 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!