Officer Krupke

Dear kindly Sergeant KrupkeYou gotta understandIt's just our bringin' upkeThat gets us out of handOur mothers all are junkiesOur fathers all are drunksGolly Moses, naturally we're punksGee, Officer KrupkeWe're very upsetWe never had the loveThat every child oughta getWe ain't no deliquentsWe're misunderstoodDeep down inside us there is goodThere is good!There is good, there is goodThere is untapped goodLike inside, the worst of us is goodDear kindly Judge, your HonourMy parents treat me roughWith all their marijuanaThey won't give me a puffThey didn't wanna have meBut somehow I was hadLeapin' lizards, that's why I'm so badRight! Officer KrupkeYou're really a squareThis boy don't need a judgeHe needs an analyst's careIt's just his neurosisThat oughta be curbedHe's psychologically disturbedI'm disturbed!We're disturbed, we're disturbedWe're the most disturbedLike we're psychologically disturbedFather is a bastardMy mom's an S-O-BMy grandpa's always plasteredMy gramma pushes teaMy sister wears a moustacheMy brother wears a dressGoodness gracious, that's why I'm a messOfficer Krupkee you're really a slobThis boy don't need a doctorJust a good honest jobSociety played him a terrible trickAnd socialogically he's sickI am sick!We are sick, we are sickWe are sick sick sickLike we're sociologically sickIn other wordsThis is what happens when cousins marryWe are pendejo heads, inbredHey we're like Chicano Forrest GumpsDear kindly social workerThey say go earn a buckLike be a soda jerkerWhich means like be a shmuckIt's not I'm antisocialI'm only antiworkGlory Osky, now that's why I'm a jerkOfficer Krupkee ya've done it againThis boy don't need a docHe needs a year in the penIt ain't just a question of misunderstoodDeep down inside, he's no goodI'm no good!We're no good, we're no goodWe're no earthly goodLike the best of us is no damn goodThe trouble is he's lazyThe trouble is he drinksThe problem is he's crazyThe trouble is he stinksThe trouble is he's growinThe trouble is he's grownKrupkee we've got troubles of our ownGee, Officer KrupkeeWe're down on our kneesCuz no one wants a fellaWith a social diseaseGee, Officer KrupkeeWhat are we to doGee, Officer KrupkeeKrup you!