to the knights in white satin
dear kindly officer krupke,
you gotta understand,
it's just our bringin' up-ke
that gets us out of hand.
our mothers all are junkies,
our fathers all are drunks.
golly moses, natcherly we're punks!
gee, officer krupke, we're very upset;
we never had the love that ev'ry child oughta get.
we ain't no delinquents,
we're 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!
that's a touchin' good story.
lemme tell it to the world!
just tell it to the judge.
dear kindly judge, your honor,
my parents treat me rough.
with all their marijuana,
they won't give me a puff.
they didn't wanna have me,
nut somehow I was had.
leapin' lizards! lhat's why i'm so bad!
right!
officer krupke, you're really a square;
this girl don't need a judge, she needs an analyst's care!
it's just her neurosis that oughta be curbed.
she's psychologic'ly disturbed!
i'm disturbed!
we're disturbed, we're disturbed,
we're the most disturbed,
lke we're psychologic'ly disturbed.
in the opinion on this court, this child is depraved on account she ain't had a normal home.
hey, i'm depraved on account I'm deprived.
so take her to a headshrinker.
my father is a bastard,
my ma's an S.O.B.
my grandpa's always plastered,
my grandma pushes tea.
my sister wears a mustache,
my brother wears a dress.
goodness gracious, that's why i'm a mess!
yes!
officer krupke, you're really a slob.
this girl don't need a doctor, just a good honest job.
society's played her a terrible trick,
and sociologic'ly she's sick!
i am sick!
we are sick, we are sick,
we are sick, sick, sick,
like we're sociologically sick!
in my opinion, this child don't need to have her head shrunk at all. juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease!
hey, i got a social disease!
so take her to a social worker!
dear kindly social worker,
they say go earn a buck.
like be a soda jerker,
which means like be a schumck.
it's not i'm anti-social,
i'm only anti-work.
gloryosky! that's why i'm a jerk!
eek!
officer krupke, you've done it again.
this girl don't need a job, she needs a year in the pen.
it ain't just a question of misunderstood;
deep down inside her, she's no good!
i'm no good!
we're no good, we're no good!
we're no earthly good,
like the best of us is no damn good!
the trouble is she's crazy.
the trouble is she drinks.
the trouble is she's lazy.
the trouble is she stinks.
the trouble is she's growing.
the trouble is she's grown.
lrupke, we got troubles of our own!
gee, officer krupke,
we're down on our knees,
'cause no one wants a fellow with a social disease.
gee, officer krupke,
what are we to do?
gee, officer krupke,
krup you!