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From: WWS <wschmidt@tyler.net>
Newsgroups: alt.fan.tom-servo,alt.tv.real-world
Subject: Re: Newsfroup relations
Date: Mon, 01 Apr 2002 00:38:54 -0600
Message-ID: <3CA8007E.709D9815@tyler.net>
But this is the piece that really stuck me as fitting well:
"Gee, Officer Krupke"
ANTIFRANCE:
Hey you!
RUSSELLB:
Who me, Officer Krupke?
ANTIFRANCE:
Yeah you, gimme one good reason for not draggin' ya down the
station house, ya punk!
RUSSELLB:
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke
You gotta understand
It's just our bringin' upke
That gets us out of hand
Our mothers all are junkies
Our fathers all are drunks
Golly Moses, naturally we're punks
ATR-W:
Gee, Officer Krupke
We're very upset
We never had the love
That every child oughta get
We ain't no delinquents
We're misunderstood
Deep down inside us there is good
RUSSELLB:
There is good!
ATR-W:
There is good, there is good
There is untapped good
Like inside, the worst of us is good
ANTIFRANCE:
That's a touching good story
RUSSELLB:
Lemme tell it to the world!
ANTIFRANCE:
Just tell it to the judge
RUSSELLB:
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
But somehow I was had
Leapin' lizards, that's why I'm so bad
PODKAYNE:
Right! Officer Krupke
You're really a square
This boy don't need a judge
He needs an analyst's care
It's just his neurosis
That oughta be curbed
He's psychologically disturbed
RUSSELLB:
I'm disturbed!
ATR-W:
We're disturbed, we're disturbed
We're the most disturbed
Like we're psychologically disturbed
PODKAYNE:
Hear ye, hear ye. In the opinion of this court,
this child is depraved on account he ain't had a normal home.
RUSSELLB:
Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived!
PODKAYNE:
So take him to a headshrinker. You!
J.:
Who me?
RUSSELLB:
My daddy beats my mommy
My mommy clobbers me
My grandpa is a commie
My grandma pushes tea
My sisters wears a moustache
My brother wears a dress
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess
J.:
Yes, Officer Krupke
He shouldn't be here
This boy don't need a couch
He needs a usefully career
Society's played him a terrible trick
And sociologically he's sick
RUSSELLB:
I am sick!
ATR-W:
We are sick, we are sick
We are sick sick sick
Like we're sociologically sick
J.:
In my opinion, this child does not
need to have his head shrunk at all.
Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease.
RUSSELLB:
Hey, I got a social disease!
J.:
So take him to a social worker
RUSSELLB:
Dear kindly social worker
They tell me get a job
Like be a soda jerker
Which means I'd be a slob
It's not I'm antisocial
I'm only anti-work
Glory Osky, that's why I'm a jerk
WITCH:
Eek, Officer Krupke
You've done it again
This boy don't need a job
He needs a year in the pen
It ain't just a question of misunderstood
Deep down inside he's no good
RUSSELLB:
I'm no good!
ATR-W:
We're no good, we're no good
We're no earthly good
Like the best of us is no damn good
ALL:
The trouble is he's lazy
The trouble is he drinks
The trouble is he's crazy
The trouble is he stinks
The trouble is he's growing
The trouble is he's grown
Krupke, we've got troubles of our own
Officer Krupke, We're down on our knees
RUSSELLB
'Cause no one wants a fella
With a social disease
ATR-W
Dear Officer Krupke
What are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke
Krup you!
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