This is definitely a tough song to pull off, but such a great song. For one thing it's fast,
there's lots of chord changes, they're mostly barres, and it modulates up a half step
every verse.
I submitted two versions of it, one with the modulations and one with every verse in C,
but alas this site rejected it because they don't want two ways of playing a song in one
submission. Oh well, easy enough to transpose all to C if you want an easier version.
Any chord I put in [brackets] means it's optional.
I play all my dim chords as a movable shape. For example G#dim is 4x343x (and barre the
3rd fret)
On each verse the "Dear" starts on a flatted 5th note. Very odd and nice to set the new key.
Can play a B7b5 (7x786x) there to get fancy, but very optional.
Not sure about the second chord (during "gotta understand"), I've seen it written as B/C,
but I can't make that sound right. Comments definitely invited.
Bass riff (adjust for each verse/key by moving up the neck):
e|------------------------------------------|
B|------------------------------------------|
G|---------1----------------3-1-------------|
D|---1-4-----4-2-1------1-4-----4-2-1-------|
A|-2---------------4--2---------------4-2---|
E|------------------------------------------|
[Verse 1: key is B]
B C
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you gotta understand,
[C7] F
It's just our bringin' up-ke, that gets us out of hand.
[F7] A#
Our mothers all are junkies, our fathers all are drunks.
G#dim7 F#7 B
Golly Moses, natcherly we're punks!
E B
Gee, Officer Krupke, we're very upset;
F#7 B
We never had the love that ev'ry child oughta get.
E Em B G#7
We ain't no delinquents, we're misunderstood.
F#7 B
Deep down inside us there is good!
G
There is good! There is good, there is good,
D
There is untapped good!
A7 [F#7] B [bass riff, end on modulation up 1/2 step]
Like inside, the worst of us is good!
[Verse 2: key is C]
C Db
Dear kindly Judge, your Honor, my parents treat me rough.
[Db7] Gb
With all their marijuana, they won't give me a puff.
[Gb7] B
They didn't wanna have me, but somehow I was had.
Adim7 G7 C
Leapin' lizards! That's why I'm so bad!
F C
Officer Krupke, you're really a square;
G7 C
This boy don't need a judge, he needs an analyst's care!
F Fm C A7
It's just his neurosis that oughta be curbed.
G7 C
He's psychologic'ly disturbed!
Ab
I'm disturbed! We're disturbed, we're disturbed,
Eb
We're the most disturbed,
Bb7 [G7] C [riff]
Like we're psychologic'ly disturbed.
[Verse 3: key is C#]
C# D
My daddy beats my mommy, my mommy clobbers me
[D7] G
My grandpa's always plastered, my grandma pushes tea.
[G7] B#
My sister wears a mustache, my brother wears a dress.
A#dim7 G#7 C#
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess! [Yes!]
F# C#
Officer Krupke, you're really a slob.
G#7 C#
This boy don't need a doctor, just a good honest job.
F# F#m C# A#7
Society's played him a terrible trick,
G#7 C#
And sociologic'ly he's sick!
A
I am sick! We are sick, we are sick,
E
we are sick, sick, sick,
B7 [G#7] C# [riff]
Like we're socio-logically sick!
[Verse 4: key is D]
D Eb
Dear kindly social worker, they tell me get a job
[Eb7] Ab
Like be a soda jerker, which means like be a slob.
[Ab7] C#
It's not I'm anti-social, I'm only anti-work.
Bdim7 A7 D
Glory-osky! That's why I'm a jerk! [EEk!]
G D
Officer Krupke, you've done it again.
A7 D
This boy don't need a job, he needs a year in the pen.
G Gm D B7
It ain't just a question of misunderstood;
A7 D
Deep down inside him, he's no good!
Bb
I'm no good! We're no good, we're no good!
F
We're no earthly good,
C7 [A7] D
Like the best of us is no damn good!
[Vesre 5: No modulation. Different people saying each line.]
D
The trouble is he's crazy.
Eb
The trouble is he drinks.
Eb7
The trouble is he's lazy.
Ab
The trouble is he stinks.
Ab7
The trouble is he's growing.
Db
The trouble is he's grown. [slow down]
Bdim A7 D
Krupke, we got troubles of our own!
[Slower ending]
Bb F
Gee, Officer Krupke, we're down on our knees,
C7 F
'Cause no one wants a fellow with a social disease.
Bb Bbm F Bb7 [pause]
Gee, Officer Krupke, what are we to do?
F C F [shave and a haircut…]
Gee, Officer Krupke, FUCK YOU!