Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

Music by
by sondheim
I'm talkin' 'bout west side
It's my time
Police sweat me like the & the jets
Because I do what I
So they hit me
If you let me
explain the game
Clear my
And show you ain't a thing changed
So don't criticize the way I ball hey
This broadway
We it the hard way

Dear kindly krupke
You understand
just our bringin' upke
That us out of hand
Our mothers all are
Our all are drunks
Golly moses, naturally we're

Gee, krupke
very upset
We never had the
That every oughta get
We ain't no
misunderstood
Deep down us there is good

is good!

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

You see, officer
You gotta some compassion
You know, you harrassin' me
But what you understand is
I come from a broken
My momma care about me
My daddy care about me
And you gettin' on my case
It me homeboy
society

Dear judge, your honour
My parents treat me
With all their
They won't give me a
They didn't wanna me
But I was had
lizards, that's why I'm so bad

Right! officer
You're a square
This boy need a judge
He an analyst's care
just his neurosis
That oughta be
He's psychologically

disturbed!

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

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

Father is a
My an s-o-b
My grandpa's always
My gramma tea
My sister wears a
My wears a dress
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a

Officer krupkee you're a slob
This boy don't need a
Just a honest job
Society played him a terrible
And he's sick

We are sick!

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

In other
This is happens when cousins marry
We are heads, inbred
Hey like chicano forrest gump's

kindly social worker
They say go a buck
Like be a jerker
Which like be a schmuck
It's not I'm
I'm antiwork
Glory osky, now why I'm a jerk
Officer krupkee ya done it
This boy need a doc
He needs a in the pen
It ain't a question of misunderstood
Deep down inside, he ain't no good

I'm no good!

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

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

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