Gee, Officer Krupke chords by Stephen Sondheim
Verse 1
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Dear, kindly Sergeant Krupke,
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you gotta understand
It's just my bringin' up key
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that gets me out of hand
My mother is a junkie,
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my father is a drunk
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Golly, Moses, naturally I'm a punk
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Gee, Officer Krupke, I'm very upset
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I nev er had the love
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that every child oughta get
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I ain't no delinquent,
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I'm misunderstood
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Deep down inside me,
there is good
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There is good, there is good,
there is good
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There is untapped good
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A
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Like inside, the worst of me is good
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That's a very touching story
I wanna tell it to the world!
Just tell it to the judge!
Dear, kindly judge your honor
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My par ents treat me rough
With all that marijuana
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They won't give me a puff
They didn't want to have me
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But somehow I was had
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Leapin' lizards,
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that's why I'm so bad
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Wait! Officer Krupke, or really a square
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This boy don't need a judge
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He needs an analyst's care
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It's just his neurosis
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That oughta be quayed
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He's psychologically distoyed
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I'm distoyed, I'm dis toyed,
I'm distoyed
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I'm the most distoyed
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Like I'm psychologically distoyed
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Am
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It's the opinion of this court
That this child is depraved
On the account he ain't had
a normal home
Hey, I'm depraved on
account of I'm deprived
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So take him to a head shrinker
My father is a bastard,
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my ma's an S .O .B.
My grandpa's always plastered,
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my grandma pushes T.
My sister wears a mustache,
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my brother wears a dress.
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Goodness gracious,
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that's why I'm a mess.
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Yes, Officer Krapke,
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you're really a slob.
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This boy don't need a doctor,
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just a good honest job.
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Society's played him a terrible trick.
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Und sociologically he's sick,
I am sick.
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I am sick, I am sick, I am sick, sick, sick.
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like I'm soci ologic
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ally sick.
It is my humble opinion
that this child does not need
to have his head shrunk at all.
Juvenile delinquency
is nothing more than a social disease.
Hey, I got a social disease.
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So take him to a social worker.
Dear kindly social worker,
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They say go earn a buck,
like be a soda jerker
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Which means like be a schmuck
It's not I'm anti -social,
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I'm only anti -work
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Glory Oski, that's why I'm a jerk
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Oh, Officer Kropke,
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you've done it again
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This boy don't need a job,
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he needs a year in the pen
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This is n't a question of
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misunderstood
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Deep down inside him,
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he's no good
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I'm no good, I'm no good,
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I'm no good, I'm no earthly good
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Like the best of me is no damn good
The trouble is he's lazy.
The trouble is he drinks.
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The trouble is he's crazy.
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The trouble is he stinks.
The trouble is he's growing.
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The trouble is he's rude!
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Krupke, I've got troubles of my own.
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G -Of ficer Krupke,
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I'm down on my knees.
Cause no one wants a fella
with a social disease.
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G -Officer Krupke, what am I to do?
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G -Officer Krupke, Krup you!
Gee, Officer Krupke
Stephen Sondheim
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