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 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 touching 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 psychologically disturbed
I'm disturbed
We're disturbed we're disturbed
We're the most disturbed
Like we're psychologically 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 b*****d my mom'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 played him a terrible trick
And socialogically he's sick I am sick
We are sick we are sick we are sick sick sick
Like we're socialogically 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 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 Osky that's why I'm a jerk
Officer Krupke you 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 a pest a bug ain't 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
