F Minus by Tony Carrillo

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  1. Pacopuddy

    Pacopuddy said, 7 months ago

    Nothing to see here. Move along now, folks.

  2. celecca

    celecca said, 7 months ago

    Gee Office Krupke – krup you!

  3. What-D-Hey

    What-D-Hey said, 7 months ago

    Then, after that, they can play “cowboys and town drunks”.

  4. blackman2732

    blackman2732 said, 7 months ago

    Being that tired, they must all be under “a rest”

  5. phritzg

    phritzg said, 7 months ago

    That cop hat reminds me of the hat Ralph Kramden wore when he drove his bus.

  6. Kelly Kincaid

    Kelly Kincaid said, 7 months ago

    Lol!

  7. Neo Blakkrstal

    Neo Blakkrstal said, 6 months ago

    ACTION
    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.
    My grandpa’s always plastered,
    My grandma pushes tea.
    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.
    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!

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