Текст песни West Side Story (Original Broadway Cast): Act II: Gee, Officer Krupke - Leonard Bernstein , Larry Kert , West Side Story Ensemble

Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you gotta understand
It's just our bringin' up-ke that gets us outta 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 touchin' good story!
Let me tell it to the world!
Just tell it to the judge!
Hey, that's our job!
Come on you little...
No, that's my job!
Get outta here!
Dear kindly Judge, Your Honor, my parents treat me rough
With all the 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 a 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 accountta he ain't had a normal home
Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived
So take him to a head shrinker
Come on you dumbfounded...
Let's go!
My father is a bastard, my ma's an SOB
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
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 'em to a social worker
Social worker, yeah
Social, social...
Yeah
Dear kindly social worker, they say go earn some dough
Like be a soda jerker, which means like be a schmoe
It's not I'm anti-social, I'm only anti-work
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 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 fellow with a social disease
Gee, Officer Krupke, what are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke, crop you!