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 deliquents
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 Honour
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
Father is a bastard
My mom's an S-O-B
My grandpa's always plastered
My gramma pushes tea
My sister wears a moustache
My brother wears a dress
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess
Officer Krupkee 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 sociologically sick
In other words
This is what happens when cousins marry
We are pendejo heads, inbred
Hey we're like Chicano Forrest Gumps
Dear kindly social worker
They say go earn a buck
Like be a soda jerker
Which means like be a shmuck
It's not I'm antisocial
I'm only antiwork
Glory Osky, now that's why I'm a jerk
Officer Krupkee ya've done it again
This boy don't need a doc
He needs a year in the pen
It ain't just a question of misunderstood
Deep down inside, 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 lazy
The trouble is he drinks
The problem is he's crazy
The trouble is he stinks
The trouble is he's growin'
The trouble is he's grown
Krupkee we've got troubles of our own
Gee, Officer Krupkee
We're down on our knees
'cause no one wants a fella
With a social disease
Gee, Officer Krupkee
What are we to do
Gee, Officer Krupkee
Krup you!
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 deliquents 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 Honour 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 Father is a bastard My mom's an S-O-B My grandpa's always plastered My gramma pushes tea My sister wears a moustache My brother wears a dress Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess Officer Krupkee 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 sociologically sick In other words This is what happens when cousins marry We are pendejo heads, inbred Hey we're like Chicano Forrest Gumps Dear kindly social worker They say go earn a buck Like be a soda jerker Which means like be a shmuck It's not I'm antisocial I'm only antiwork Glory Osky, now that's why I'm a jerk Officer Krupkee ya've done it again This boy don't need a doc He needs a year in the pen It ain't just a question of misunderstood Deep down inside, 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 lazy The trouble is he drinks The problem is he's crazy The trouble is he stinks The trouble is he's growin' The trouble is he's grown Krupkee we've got troubles of our own Gee, Officer Krupkee We're down on our knees 'cause no one wants a fella With a social disease Gee, Officer Krupkee What are we to do Gee, Officer Krupkee Krup you! Explain Request ×
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