West Side Story - Gee Officer Krupke

[ key is B] B C Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you gotta understand, C7 F It's just our bringin' up-ke, that gets us out of hand. F7 A# Our mothers all are junkies, our fathers all are drunks. G#dim7 F#7 B Golly Moses, natcherly we're punks! E B Gee, Officer Krupke, we're very upset; F#7 B We never had the love that ev'ry child oughta get. E Em B G#7 We ain't no delinquents, we're misunderstood. F#7 B Deep down inside us there is good! G There is good! There is good, there is good, D There is untapped good! A7 F#7 B bass riff, end on modulation up 1 <2beat>step Like inside, the worst of us is good! [ key is C] C Db Dear kindly Judge, your Honor, my parents treat me rough. Db7 Gb With all their marijuana, they won't give me a puff. Gb7 B They didn't wanna have me, but somehow I was had. Adim7 G7 C Leapin' lizards! That's why I'm so bad! F C Officer Krupke, you're really a square; G7 C This boy don't need a judge, he needs an analyst's care! F Fm C A7 It's just his neurosis that oughta be curbed. G7 C He's psychologic'ly disturbed! Ab I'm disturbed! We're disturbed, we're disturbed, Eb We're the most disturbed, Bb7 G7 C riff Like we're psychologic'ly disturbed. [ key is C#] C# D My daddy beats my mommy, my mommy clobbers me D7 G My grandpa's always plastered, my grandma pushes tea. G7 B# My sister wears a mustache, my brother wears a dress. A#dim7 G#7 C# Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess! Yes! F# C# Officer Krupke, you're really a slob. G#7 C# This boy don't need a doctor, just a good honest job. F# F#m C# A#7 Society's played him a terrible trick, G#7 C# And sociologic'ly he's sick! A I am sick! We are sick, we are sick, E we are sick, sick, sick, B7 G#7 C# riff Like we're socio-logically sick! [ key is D] D Eb Dear kindly social worker, they tell me get a job Eb7 Ab Like be a soda jerker, which means like be a slob. Ab7 C# It's not I'm anti-social, I'm only anti-work. Bdim7 A7 D Glory-osky! That's why I'm a jerk! EEk! G D Officer Krupke, you've done it again. A7 D This boy don't need a job, he needs a year in the pen. G Gm D B7 It ain't just a question of misunderstood; A7 D Deep down inside him, he's no good! Bb I'm no good! We're no good, we're no good! F We're no earthly good, C7 A7 D Like the best of us is no damn good! Vesre 5: No modulation. Different people saying each line. D The trouble is he's crazy. Eb The trouble is he drinks. Eb7 The trouble is he's lazy. Ab The trouble is he stinks. Ab7 The trouble is he's growing. Db The trouble is he's grown. slow down Bdim A7 D Krupke, we got troubles of our own! Slower ending Bb F Gee, Officer Krupke, we're down on our knees, C7 F 'Cause no one wants a fellow with a social disease. Bb Bbm F Bb7 pause Gee, Officer Krupke, what are we to do? F C F shave and a haircut… Gee, Officer Krupke, KRUP YOU!