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!
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!
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!
From "West Side Story"
Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim.
© 1956, 1957 Amberson Holdings LLC and Stephen Sondheim. Copyright renewed.
Leonard Bernstein Music Publishing Company LLC, Publisher.
Some things never change, I guess. The poor tatoo-hat-goatee-vile-music youth of today! They're just victims of intense marketing that has them acting out an a-hole lifestyle in an attempt to feel that they belong.
Maybe I should start marketing my own "Curmudgeon" brand of lifestyle. Think Browning meets Clint Eastwoods "Gran Torino". The rugged, pissed-off outdoorsman. With the right ad campaign, I bet we could get a whole lotta mean old bastards (like me!) to completely run the 20's-tatoo-goatee-vile music-sensitive little darlings off the public lands and straight into Government-funded therapy.
Yer tax dollars at work
Of course, it'll be pesos by the time I pull this off...
Desertroad