Hey you   Who me, Officer Krupke?   Yeah you, gimme one good reason for not dragging   You down the station, ya punk?      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 bastard, my ma?s an S.O.B.   My grandpa?s always plastered, my grandma pushes tea   My sisters 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 him to a social worker      Dear kindly social worker, they say you?ll earn a buck   Like be a soda jerker, which means like be a schmuck   It's not I'm antisocial, I'm only anti-work   Glory Osky, 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'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!