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

Music by
by sondheim
I'm 'bout west side story
It's before my
Police sweat me the sharks & the jets
I do what I does
So wanna hit me
If you let me
I'll explain the
Clear my
And show you ain't a damn thing
So criticize the way that I ball hey
This broadway
We learned it the way

Dear kindly sergeant
You understand
It's our bringin' upke
That us out of hand
Our all are junkies
Our fathers all are
Golly moses, naturally punks

Gee, officer
We're very
We had the love
That every oughta get
We ain't no
misunderstood
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 have some compassion
You know, you harrassin' me
But what you don't is
I come a broken home
My momma don't about me
My daddy don't about me
And you always on my case
It ain't me
society

Dear kindly judge, honour
My parents treat me
With all marijuana
They won't me a puff
They didn't have me
But I was had
lizards, that's why I'm so bad

Right! krupke
really a square
This boy need a judge
He an analyst's care
It's his neurosis
That oughta be
psychologically disturbed

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 junk heap
And sit on the couch
Then out why I'm disturbed
I why I'm disturbed
And you know
I don't
it's just like that
And just how it is
You know I'm sayin'
the way it is

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

Officer krupkee you're really a
boy don't need a doctor
Just a honest job
Society played him a trick
And he's sick

We are sick!

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

In words
This is happens when cousins marry
We are pendejo heads,
Hey we're like chicano forrest

Dear kindly social
They say go a buck
be a soda jerker
Which means be a schmuck
It's not I'm
I'm antiwork
osky, now that's why I'm a jerk
Officer krupkee ya it again
This boy need a doc
He needs a in the pen
It ain't just a question of
down inside, he ain't no damn good

I'm no good!

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

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

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