Текст песни Salt-N-Pepa, Def Jef, Left Eye, Paul Rod - Gee, Officer Krupke
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[Excuse me, Mister Officer, you think we`re bad, huh? You wanna clean up the streets, huh? Well you better put society in handcuffs Ha-ha! You got a hard job!]Music by Bernstein, lyrics by SondheimI`m talking `bout `West Side Story`, it`s before my timePolice sweat me like the Sharks and the JetsBecause I do what I does so they wanna get meIf you let me, I`ll explain the gameClear my name and show you ain`t a damn thing changedSo don`t criticise the way that I parlayThis ain`t Broadway, we learned it the hard wayDear, kindly Sgt. Krupke you gotta understandIt`s just our bringing up-key that gets us out of handOur mothers all are junkies, our fathers all are drunksGolly-moses, naturally we`re punksGee, Officer Krupke we`re very upsetWe never had the love that every child ought to getWe ain`t no delinquents, we`re misunderstoodDeep down inside us there is good (there is good)There is good, there is good, there is untapped goodLook inside, the worst of us is goodYou see Officer Krupke, you gotta have some compassionYou know you`re always harrassing meBut what you don`t understand is I come from a broken homeMy mama don`t care about me, my daddy don`t care about meAnd you`re always gettin` on my caseIt ain`t me, homeboy, it`s societyDear, kindly Judge, Your Honor, my parents treat me roughWith all their marijuana they won`t give me a puff!They didn`t wanna have me but somehow I was hadLeapin` lizards, that`s why I`m so badRight, Officer Krupke, you`re really a squareThis boy don`t need a judge he needs an analyst hereIt`s just a neurosys that oughta be curbedHe`s psychologically disturbed (he`s disturbed)We`re disturbed, we`re disturbed, we`re the most disturbedWe`re psychologically disturbedWe`re out of our minds, you know what I`m sayin?Yeah, because we got problems deep down insideI ain`t got no analyst to go toAnd sit down on the couch to find out why I`m disturbedI know why I`m disturbed, and you know what?I don`t care cuz it`s just like thatAnd that`s just how it is, you know what I`m sayin`?That`s the way it is: crazy!My father is a bastard, my mom`s an S.O.B.My grandpa`s always plastered, my grandma pushes teaMy sister wears a mustache, my brother wears a dressGoodness gracious, that`s why I`m a messOfficer Krupke, you`re really a slobThis boy don`t need a doctor just a good honest jobSociety played him a terrible trickSocialogically he`s sick (we are sick)We are sick, we are sick, we are sick, sick, sickLike we`re socialogically sick[In other words, this is what happens when cousins marry We are panero heads, in-bred Hey, we`re like Chicano Forest Gump]Kindly social worker, they say go earn a buckLike be a soda jerker which means like be a schmuckIt`s not I`m anti-social, I`m only anti-workGloriaski, now that`s why I`m a jerkOfficer Krupke, you done it againThis boy don`t need a job he needs a year in the penIt ain`t just a question of misunderstoodDeep, down inside he ain`t no damn goodWe`re no good, we`re no good, we`re no earthly goodLike a pest, a bug ain`t no damn goodThe trouble is he`s crazy, the trouble is he drinksThe problem is he`s lazy, the trouble is he stinksThe trouble is he`s growin`, the trouble is he`s grownKrupke, we`ve got troubles of our ownGee, Officer Krupke, we`re down on our kneesCuz no one wants a fella with a social diseaseGee, Officer Krupke, what are we to do?Gee, Officer Krupke, krup you!