Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

Music by
Lyrics by
I'm talkin' 'bout west 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 the game
my name
And show you ain't a thing changed
So don't the way that I ball hey
This broadway
We it the hard way

Dear sergeant krupke
You understand
It's just our bringin'
That us out of hand
Our all are junkies
Our all are drunks
Golly moses, naturally punks

Gee, officer
We're upset
We never had the
That every child get
We no deliquents
We're
Deep down us there is good

is good!

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

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

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

Right! officer
You're a square
boy don't need a judge
He needs an analyst's
It's just his
oughta be curbed
He's disturbed

disturbed!

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

We out of our minds you what I'm sayin'
Yeah, we got problems
Deep down
I ain't got no analystic junk
And sit on the couch
find out why I'm disturbed
I know why I'm
And you what
I care
'cause it's just like
And just how it is
You what I'm sayin'
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, that's why I'm a

Officer you're really a slob
boy don't need a doctor
Just a honest job
Society him a terrible trick
And socialogically sick

We are sick!

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

In words
This is what happens cousins marry
We are heads, inbred
Hey we're like chicano gump's

Dear social worker
They say go earn a
be a soda jerker
Which means be a schmuck
not I'm antisocial
I'm only
Glory osky, now why I'm a jerk
Officer ya done it again
This boy need a doc
He needs a in the pen
It ain't just a of misunderstood
Deep down inside, he no damn good

I'm no good!

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

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

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