Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

Music by
by sondheim
I'm talkin' 'bout west side
It's before my
Police me like the sharks & the jets
Because I do I does
So wanna hit me
If you let me
I'll the game
my name
And show you ain't a damn thing
So don't criticize the way that I hey
ain't broadway
We learned it the way

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

Gee, krupke
We're upset
We had the love
That every oughta get
We ain't no
misunderstood
Deep down 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 some
You know, you harrassin' me
But what you don't is
I come from a broken
My momma care about me
My don't care about me
And you always gettin' on my
It ain't me
It's

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

Right! krupke
You're a square
This boy need a judge
He needs an care
It's just his
That be curbed
He's disturbed

disturbed!

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

We out of our you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, we got problems
down inside
I ain't got no junk heap
And sit on the couch
find out why I'm disturbed
I know why I'm
And you know
I don't
'cause it's just 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 brother a dress
gracious, that's why I'm a mess

Officer you're really a slob
This boy don't need a
Just a good job
Society played him a 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 happens when cousins marry
We are pendejo heads,
Hey we're chicano forrest gump's

Dear social worker
They say go earn a
Like be a jerker
Which means be a schmuck
not I'm antisocial
I'm antiwork
Glory osky, now that's why I'm a
Officer ya done it again
This boy don't a doc
He a year in the pen
It ain't a question of misunderstood
down inside, he ain't no damn good

I'm no good!

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

The trouble is he's
The is he drinks
The problem is lazy
The is he stinks
The trouble is he's
The trouble is grown
we've got troubles of our own

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