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TLC( TLC (group) )
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Gee, Officer Krupkee
Music:Bernstein Lyrics:Sondheim
Vocal:Salt-N-Pepa/Left Eye
*The Songs Of West Side Story
Excuse me Mr. 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
I'm talkin' 'bout West Side Story It's 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 I'll explain the game Clear my name And show you ain't a damn thing changed So don't criticize the way that I'm ballin' This ain't Broadway We learned it the hard way
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupkee You gotta understand It's just our bringing up-kee That gets us out of hand Our mothers all are junkies Our fathers all are drunks Golly, moses, naturally we're punks
See Officer Krupkee we're very upset We never had the love that every child outta get We ain't no delinquents we're misunderstood Deep down inside us there is good
There is good, there is good There is hard time good Right 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 don't understand is I come from a broken home My momma don't care about me My daddy don't care about me And you always gettin' on my case It ain't me homeboy It's society
Dear Kindly Judge Your Honor My parents treat me rough With all their marijuana They won't give me a puff They didn't want to have me But somehow I was had Leapin' lizards that's why I'm so bad Right This boy don't need a judge He needs anonymous care His cheeks aren't rosy That outta be curved He's psychologically disturbed
We're disturbed, we're disturbed We're the most disturbed Now we're psychologically disturbed
We out of our minds you know what I'm sayin' Yeah, because we got problems Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Deep down inside I ain't got no analystic goatee And sit down on the couch Then find out why I'm disturbed I know why I'm disturbed And you know what I don't care Cuz it's just like that And that's just how it is You know what I'm sayin' That's the way it is Crazy
Father is a bastard My mom's an S-O-B My grandpa's always plastered My gramma pushes tea My sister wears a mustache My brother wears a dress Goodness gracious that's why I'm a mess
Officer Krupkee you're really a slob This boy don't need a doctor Just a good honest job Society played him a terrible trick And socialogically he's sick
We are sick, we are sick We are sick, sick, sick Like we're socialogically sick
In other words This is what happens when cousins marry We are bendejo here Inbred We're like, other Forrest Gump's
Kindly social worker They say go earn a buck Like be a soda jerker Which means like be a schmuck It's not I'm anti-social I'm only anti-work Gloriosky, now that's why I'm a jerk Officer Krupkee ya done it again This boy don't need a doc He needs a year in the pen It ain't just a question of misunderstood Deep down inside, he ain't no damn good
We're no good, we're no good We're no earthly good Like the best, the rests just no damn good
The trouble is he's crazy The trouble is he drinks The problem is he's lazy The trouble is he stinks The trouble is he's growin' The trouble is he's grown Krupkee we've got troubles of our own
Gee, Officer Krupkee We're down on our knees Cuz no one wants a fella With a social disease Gee, Officer Krupkee What are we to do Gee, Officer Krupkee Krup you!
Officer Krupkee you're really a square
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