Songtext Gee, officer krupkee Tlc

Gee, officer krupkee

Salt-n-pepa, left eye, etc.
(appears on the songs of west side story)

Excuse me mr. officer
You think were bad, huh?
You wanna clean up the streets, huh?
Well you better put society in handcuffs
Ha ha, you got a hard job

Music by bernstein
Lyrics by sondheim
Im talkin bout west side story
Its before my time
Police sweat me like the sharks & the jets
Because I do what I does
So they wanna hit me
If you let me
Ill explain the game
Clear my name
And show you aint a damn thing changed
So dont criticize the way that I ball hey
This aint broadway
We learned it the hard way

Dear kindly sergeant krupke
You gotta understand
Its just our bringin upke
That gets us out of hand
Our mothers all are junkies
Our fathers all are drunks
Golly moses, naturally were punks

Gee, officer krupke
Were very upset
We never had the love
That every child oughta get
We aint no deliquents
Were 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

You see, officer krupkee
You gotta have some compassion
You know, you always harrassin me
But what you dont understand is
I come from a broken home
My momma dont care about me
My daddy dont care about me
And you always gettin on my case
It aint me homeboy
Its society

Dear kindly judge, your honour
My parents treat me rough
With all their marijuana
They wont give me a puff
They didnt wanna have me
But somehow I was had
Leapin lizards, thats why Im so bad

Right! officer krupke
Youre really a square
This boy dont need a judge
He needs an analysts care
Its just his neurosis
That oughta be curbed
Hes psychologically disturbed

Hes disturbed!

Were disturbed, were disturbed
Were the most disturbed
Like were psychologically disturbed

We out of our minds you know what Im sayin
Yeah, because we got problems
Deep down inside
I aint got no analystic junk heap
And sit down on the couch
Then find out why Im disturbed
I know why Im disturbed
And you know what
I dont care
Cuz its just like that
And thats just how it is
You know what Im sayin
Thats the way it is
Crazy

Father is a bastard
My moms an s-o-b
My grandpas always plastered
My gramma pushes tea
My sister wears a moustache
My brother wears a dress
Goodness gracious, thats why Im a mess

Officer krupkee youre really a slob
This boy dont need a doctor
Just a good honest job
Society played him a terrible trick
And socialogically hes sick

We are sick!

We are sick, we are sick
We are sick sick sick
Like were sociologically sick

In other words
This is what happens when cousins marry
We are pendejo heads, inbred
Hey were like chicano forrest gumps

Dear kindly social worker
They say go earn a buck
Like be a soda jerker
Which means like be a schmuck
Its not Im antisocial
Im only antiwork
Glory osky, now thats why Im a jerk
Officer krupkee ya done it again
This boy dont need a doc
He needs a year in the pen
It aint just a question of misunderstood
Deep down inside, he aint no damn good

Im no good!

Were no good, were no good
Were no earthly good
Like the best of us is no damn good

The trouble is hes crazy
The trouble is he drinks
The problem is hes lazy
The trouble is he stinks
The trouble is hes growin
The trouble is hes grown
Krupkee weve got troubles of our own

Gee, officer krupkee
Were down on our knees
Cuz no one wants a fella
With a social disease
Gee, officer krupkee
What are we to do
Gee, officer krupkee
Krup you!