Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

Music by
by sondheim
I'm talkin' 'bout side story
before 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
my name
And you ain't a damn thing changed
So don't criticize the way I ball hey
This ain't
We it the hard way

kindly sergeant krupke
You understand
It's just our upke
That gets us out of
Our mothers all are
Our fathers all are
moses, naturally we're punks

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

is good!

There is good, is good
is untapped good
Like inside, the of us is good

You see, krupkee
You gotta have compassion
You know, you always me
But you don't understand is
I from a broken home
My don't care about me
My daddy don't care me
And you gettin' on my case
It ain't me
It's

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

Right! officer
You're really a
boy don't need a judge
He needs an care
It's just his
oughta be curbed
He's psychologically

disturbed!

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

We out of our minds you what I'm sayin'
Yeah, because we got
Deep down
I got no analystic junk heap
And sit down on the
Then out why I'm disturbed
I why I'm disturbed
And you know
I don't
'cause just 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 pushes tea
My sister a moustache
My wears a dress
Goodness gracious, why I'm a mess

Officer krupkee really a slob
boy don't need a doctor
Just a good job
Society him a terrible trick
And socialogically he's

We are sick!

We are sick, we are
We are sick sick
we're sociologically sick

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

Dear kindly worker
They say go a buck
Like be a soda
Which means be a schmuck
It's not I'm
I'm antiwork
Glory osky, now why I'm a jerk
Officer ya done it again
boy don't need a doc
He needs a in the pen
It ain't a question of misunderstood
Deep inside, he ain't no damn good

I'm no good!

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

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

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