Dear kindly
Sergeant Krupke
You've gotta
Understand
It's just our
Bringin' upke
That gets us
Out of hand
Our mothers
All are junkies
Our fathers
All are drunks
Golly Moses
Natcherly
We're punks
Gee Officer Krupke
We're very upset
We never had
The love that
Every 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
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
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 S O B
My grandpa's
Always plastered
My grandma
Pushes tea
My sister wears
A moustache
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 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 a buck
Like be a
Soda jerker
Which means like
Be a schmuck
It's not I'm
Anti-social
I'm only anti-work
Glory-os-ky 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
Earthly good
Like the best of us
Is no damn good
The trouble is
He's crazy
The trouble is
He drinks
The trouble is
He's lazy
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