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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=103830" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gee, Officer Krupkee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Salt-n-pepa, left eye, etc.<br>(appears on the songs of west side story)<br>Excuse me mr. officer<br>You think were bad, huh? <br>You wanna clean up the streets, huh? <br>Well you better put society in handcuffs<br>Ha ha, you got a hard job<br>Music by bernstein<br>Lyrics by sondheim<br>Im talkin bout west side story<br>Its before my time<br>Police sweat me like the sharks & the jets<br>Because I do what I does<br>So they wanna hit me<br>If you let me<br>Ill explain the game<br>Clear my name<br>And show you aint a damn thing changed<br>So dont criticize the way that I ball hey<br>This aint broadway<br>We learned it the hard way<br>Dear kindly sergeant krupke<br>You gotta understand<br>Its just our bringin upke<br>That gets us out of hand<br>Our mothers all are junkies<br>Our fathers all are drunks<br>Golly moses, naturally were punks<br>Gee, officer krupke<br>Were very upset<br>We never had the love<br>That every child oughta get<br>We aint no deliquents<br>Were misunderstood<br>Deep down inside us there is good<br>There is good!<br>There is good, there is good<br>There is untapped good<br>Like inside, the worst of us is good<br>You see, officer krupkee<br>You gotta have some compassion<br>You know, you always harrassin me<br>But what you dont understand is<br>I come from a broken home<br>My momma dont care about me<br>My daddy dont care about me<br>And you always gettin on my case<br>It aint me homeboy<br>Its society<br>Dear kindly judge, your honour<br>My parents treat me rough<br>With all their marijuana<br>They wont give me a puff<br>They didnt wanna have me<br>But somehow I was had<br>Leapin lizards, thats why Im so bad<br>Right! officer krupke<br>Youre really a square<br>This boy dont need a judge<br>He needs an analysts care<br>Its just his neurosis<br>That oughta be curbed<br>Hes psychologically disturbed<br>Hes disturbed!<br>Were disturbed, were disturbed<br>Were the most disturbed<br>Like were psychologically disturbed<br>We out of our minds you know what Im sayin<br>Yeah, because we got problems<br>Deep down inside<br>I aint got no analystic junk heap<br>And sit down on the couch<br>Then find out why Im disturbed<br>I know why Im disturbed<br>And you know what<br>I dont care<br>Cuz its just like that<br>And thats just how it is<br>You know what Im sayin<br>Thats the way it is<br>Crazy<br>Father is a bastard<br>My moms an s-o-b<br>My grandpas always plastered<br>My gramma pushes tea<br>My sister wears a moustache<br>My brother wears a dress<br>Goodness gracious, thats why Im a mess<br>Officer krupkee youre really a slob<br>This boy dont need a doctor<br>Just a good honest job<br>Society played him a terrible trick<br>And socialogically hes sick<br>We are sick!<br>We are sick, we are sick<br>We are sick sick sick<br>Like were sociologically sick<br>In other words<br>This is what happens when cousins marry<br>We are pendejo heads, inbred<br>Hey were like chicano forrest gumps<br>Dear kindly social worker<br>They say go earn a buck<br>Like be a soda jerker<br>Which means like be a schmuck<br>Its not Im antisocial<br>Im only antiwork<br>Glory osky, now thats why Im a jerk<br>Officer krupkee ya done it again<br>This boy dont need a doc<br>He needs a year in the pen<br>It aint just a question of misunderstood<br>Deep down inside, he aint no damn good<br>Im no good!<br>Were no good, were no good<br>Were no earthly good<br>Like the best of us is no damn good<br>The trouble is hes crazy<br>The trouble is he drinks<br>The problem is hes lazy<br>The trouble is he stinks<br>The trouble is hes growin<br>The trouble is hes grown<br>Krupkee weve got troubles of our own<br>Gee, officer krupkee<br>Were down on our knees<br>Cuz no one wants a fella<br>With a social disease<br>Gee, officer krupkee<br>What are we to do<br>Gee, officer krupkee<br>Krup you!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by TLC - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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(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
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