Krupke, krup you!  

In 1961 was ik negen en ik hoorde thuis over
west saait storie hier en west saait storie daar en
die plaat met knalrode hoes ging per ton de winkel uit. 

Het heeft een aantal jaren geduurd eer ik oud genoeg was om de film te zien,
en toen kende ik alle songs ongeveer uit het hoofd. Puur op het gehoor natuurlijk.
 
                      

 Mijn favoriet nummer is nog altijd ‘Gee, Officer Krupke’, en ik weet nog altijd niet waarom.
Gezongen op de stoep van kruidenier Doc.
Een stukje maatschappijkritiek in een musical van 1957 / film 1961.
En zo vergelijkbaar met grimmige situaties vandaag. Aan het woord zijn
jongeren uit disfunctionele gezinnen, gelijk welk hun origine is.

klank aanzetten,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7TT4jnnWys 
04min05

Hier de tekst, in het NewYorkees van toen natuurlijk :  

        Dear kindly Sergeant 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!  

        ACTION AND JETS

        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!  

        ACTION:  There is good! 

       ALL

       There is good, there is good,
       There is untapped good!
       Like inside, the worst of us is good!  

       SNOWBOY: (Spoken)  That's a touchin' good story.

       ACTION: (Spoken)  Lemme tell it to the world!

       SNOWBOY:  Just tell it to the judge.  

       ACTION

       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!  

       DIESEL: (As Judge)  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 psychologic'ly disturbed!  

       ACTION:  I'm disturbed!  

       JETS:

       We're disturbed, we're disturbed,
       We're the most disturbed,
       Like we're psychologic'ly disturbed. 

       DIESEL: (Spoken, as Judge) In the opinion on this court, this child is depraved
       on account he ain't had a normal home.

       ACTION: (Spoken) Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived.

       DIESEL: So take him to a headshrinker.  

       ACTION (Sings)

       My father is a bastard,
       My ma's an S.O.B.                            SOB = Son Of a Bitch, een feeks/een hoerejong
       My grandpa's always plastered,    plastered = dronken
       My grandma pushes tea.                 to push tea = op zoek naar sex
       My sister wears a mustache,
       My brother wears a dress.
       Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess! 

       A-RAB: (As Psychiatrist)  Yes!
       Officer Krupke, you're really a slob.
       This boy don't need a doctor, just a good honest job.
       Society's played him a terrible trick,
       And sociologic'ly he's sick!  

       ACTION:  I am sick!  

       ALL 
       We are sick, we are sick,
       We are sick, sick, sick,
       Like we're sociologically sick! 

       A-RAB: In my opinion, this child don't need to have his head shrunk at all.
      Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease!

       ACTION: Hey, I got a social disease!

       A-RAB : So take him to a social worker! 

       ACTION

       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!  

       BABY JOHN: (As Female Social Worker)

       Eek!
       Officer Krupke, you've done it again.
       This boy don't need a job, he needs a year in the pen.  the pen = de gevangenis
       It ain't just a question of misunderstood;
       Deep down inside him, he's no good!  

       ACTION :  I'm no good!  

       ALL

       We're no good, we're no good!
       We're no earthly good,
       Like the best of us is no damn good! 

       DIESEL (As Judge): The trouble is he's crazy.
       A-RAB (As Psychiatrist): The trouble is he drinks.
       BABY JOHN (As Female Social Worker): The trouble is he's lazy.
       DIESEL:  The trouble is he stinks.
       A-RAB :  The trouble is he's growing.
       BABY JOHN:  The trouble is he's grown.  

       ALL :

       Krupke, 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!

Plezant hé. Nog eens kijken?
klank aanzetten,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7TT4jnnWys 
04min05 

m – HiH-04/2016, bijgewerkt - https://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Side_Story