文本歌词

West Side Story - Original Broadway Cast: Gee, Officer Krupke - Leonard Bernstein (伦纳德·伯恩斯坦)
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 touhin' 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 m*******a
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
Right 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 curbed
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 of this court
This child is depraved on account 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 SOB
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 sociologic'ly sick
In my opinion this child don't 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 go earn some dough
Like be a soda jerker
Which means like be a schmo
It's not I'm anti social
I'm only anti work
Gloryosky that's why I'm a jerk
Eek 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 d**n 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 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
Krup you