Gee, Officer Krupkee
Salt-n-pepa, left eye, etc.
(appears on the songs of west side story)
Excuse me mr. officer
You think were 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 sondheim
Im talkin bout west side story
Its before my time
Police sweat me like the sharks & the jets
Because I do what I does
So they wanna hit me
If you let me
Ill explain the game
Clear my name
And show you aint a damn thing changed
So dont criticize the way that I ball hey
This aint broadway
We learned it the hard way
Dear kindly sergeant krupke
You gotta understand
Its just our bringin upke
That gets us out of hand
Our mothers all are junkies
Our fathers all are drunks
Golly moses, naturally were punks
Gee, officer krupke
Were very upset
We never had the love
That every child oughta get
We aint no deliquents
Were misunderstood
Deep down inside us there is good
There is good!
There is good, there is good
There is untapped good
Like inside, the worst of us is good
You see, officer krupkee
You gotta have some compassion
You know, you always harrassin me
But what you dont understand is
I come from a broken home
My momma dont care about me
My daddy dont care about me
And you always gettin on my case
It aint me homeboy
Its society
Dear kindly judge, your honour
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song performed by TLC
Added by Lucian Velea
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