Gee Officer Krupke!

Hey you
Who me, Officer Krupke?
Yeah you, gimme one good reason for not dragging
You down the station, ya punk?Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you 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, naturally we're punksGee, 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 goodThere is good
There is good, there is good
There is untapped good
Like inside, the worst of us is goodThat's a touching good story
Lemme tell it to the world
Just tell it to the JudgeDear 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 badRight, 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 psychologically disturbedI'm disturbed
We're disturbed, we're disturbed
We're the most disturbed
Like we're psychologically disturbedHear ye, hear ye
In the opinion of this court
This child is depraved on account
He ain't had a normal homeHey, I'm depraved
On account I'm deprived
So take him to a headshrinkerMy daddy beats my mommy, my mommy clobbers me
My grandpa is a commie, my grandma pushes tea
My sister wears a mustache, my brother wears a dress
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a messYes, Officer Krupke, he shouldn't be here
This boy don't need a couch, he needs a useful career
Society's played him a terrible trick
And sociologically he's sickI am sick
We are sick, we are sick
We are sick, sick, sick
Like we're sociologically sickIn my opinion, this child does not need
To have his head shrunk at all
Juvenile delinquency
Is purely a social diseaseHey, I got a social disease
So take him to a social workerDear kindly social worker, they tell me get a job
Like be a soda jerker, which means like be a slob
It's not I'm antisocial, I'm only anti-work
Glory Osky, that's why I'm a jerkEek, 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 goodI'm no good
We're no good, we're no good
We're no earthly good
Like the best of us is no damn goodThe 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 ownGee, Officer Krupke
We're down on our knees
'Cause no one wants a fella
With a social diseaseGee, Officer Krupke
What are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke
Krup you!