Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

me mr. officer
You we're bad, huh?
You clean up the streets, huh?
Well you better put in handcuffs
Ha ha, you got a job

by bernstein
Lyrics by
I'm 'bout west side story
It's my time
Police sweat me like the sharks & the
Because I do what I
So they hit me
If you let me
I'll explain the
Clear my
And show you ain't a damn thing
So don't criticize the way I ball hey
This ain't
We learned it the way

Dear kindly krupke
You understand
It's just our bringin'
That us out of hand
Our mothers all are
Our fathers all are
Golly moses, we're punks

Gee, officer
We're upset
We had the love
That child oughta get
We no deliquents
We're
Deep down us there is good

is good!

There is good, there is
There is untapped
inside, the worst of us is good

You see, krupkee
You gotta have compassion
You know, you harrassin' me
But what you don't is
I come from a home
My don't care about me
My daddy care about me
And you always gettin' on my
It me homeboy
It's

Dear kindly judge, honour
My parents me rough
With all their
They won't give me a
They didn't wanna me
But I was had
Leapin' lizards, why I'm so bad

Right! officer
really a square
This boy don't need a
He an analyst's care
just his neurosis
That oughta be
He's psychologically

disturbed!

We're disturbed, disturbed
the most disturbed
Like we're disturbed

We out of our minds you know what I'm
Yeah, because we got
Deep inside
I ain't got no analystic heap
And sit on the couch
Then out why I'm disturbed
I know why I'm
And you know
I don't
'cause it's like that
And that's how it is
You know what I'm
the way it is

Father is a
My mom's an
My grandpa's plastered
My gramma tea
My wears a moustache
My brother wears a
Goodness gracious, why I'm a mess

Officer you're really a slob
This boy don't need a
Just a good job
played him a terrible trick
And socialogically he's

We are sick!

We are sick, we are
We are sick sick
Like we're sick

In other
is what happens when cousins marry
We are heads, inbred
Hey we're like forrest gump's

Dear kindly social
They say go a buck
be a soda jerker
Which like be a schmuck
not I'm antisocial
I'm only
Glory osky, now that's why I'm a
krupkee ya done it again
This boy need a doc
He a year in the pen
It ain't just a question of
Deep down inside, he ain't no good

I'm no good!

We're no good, we're no
no earthly good
Like the best of us is no damn

The trouble is he's
The is he drinks
The is he's lazy
The trouble is he
The trouble is he's
The is he's grown
Krupkee we've got of our own

Gee, officer
down on our knees
'cause no one a fella
With a disease
Gee, krupkee
are we to do
Gee, krupkee
you!