Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke

You gotta understand

It's just our bringing up ke

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

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

Leaping 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 ought to 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

My father is a b*****d

My ma'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's played him a terrible trick

And sociologically he's sick

I am sick we are sick we are sick

We are sick sick sick

Like we're sociologically sick

Dear kindly social worker

They say go earn some buck

Like be a soda jerker

Which means like be a schumck

It's not I'm antisocial

I'm only antiwork

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 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 some fellow with a social disease

Gee Officer Krupke

What are we to do

Gee Officer Krupke

Krup you