Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

Music by
by sondheim
I'm 'bout west side story
before my time
Police sweat me like the & 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
ain't broadway
We it the hard way

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

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

is good!

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

You see, officer
You gotta have some
You know, you harrassin' me
But you don't understand is
I from 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
It's

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

Right! officer
You're really a
This boy don't a judge
He needs an care
just his neurosis
That be curbed
psychologically disturbed

disturbed!

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

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

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

Officer krupkee you're a slob
This boy don't a doctor
a good honest job
Society played him a terrible
And socialogically sick

We are sick!

We are sick, we are
We are sick sick
Like we're sick

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

Dear social worker
say go earn a buck
Like be a soda
means like be a schmuck
It's not I'm
I'm antiwork
Glory osky, now why I'm a jerk
Officer krupkee ya it again
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 he's
The trouble is he
The problem is he's
The trouble is he
The is he's growin'
The trouble is grown
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, krupkee
you!