Yeah, you! Gimme one good reason
For not draggin’ ya down to the
Stationhouse, ya punk.
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke,
Ya gotta understand--
It’s just our bringin’ upke
That gets us outta 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 every
Child oughta get.
We ain’t no delinquents,
Deep down inside us there is good!
There is good!
There is good, there is good,
There is untapped good.
Like inside, the worse of us is good.
TIGER (imitating Krupke)
That’s a touchin’ good story.