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Watch this shot now.|Shoot, man. Go.
Yeah.
Hey, chickie.|Chick, chick, chick.
Watch it, Jet boy.|Hey, Jet boy.
Beat it!
Jets, get out here.
Come on.
Beat it.
Okay, here we go.
Jets! Hey, Jets!
Hey, Jets!
Jets, come on!
Jets, come on.
Come on, boys, huh?
Hey, come on, huh?
Break it up, you punks.
Cut it out. Come on,|let's break it up, l said.
Come on. Break it up.
How many times have l told you punks|to cut this stuff out?
Why, if it ain't|Lieutenant Schrank.
- Top o' the day, Lieutenant Schrank.|- And Officer Krupke.
Top o' the day,|Officer Krupke.
- l'll give you the top o' the head.|- Hey, you, get down.
- But we're havin' such fun.|- We enjoy the playground.
See, it keeps us deprived children|off of the foul city streets.
- Shut up.|- Born like we was on the hot pavements.
- You wanna get your skull broke?|- Baby John, come here.
All right.
Now, which one of|these Puerto Ricans bloodied you?
- Well, sir--|- Which one?
Excuse me, sir.
As a matter of fact,|we suspicion...
- that the job was done by a cop.|- Two cops.
- At the very least.|- lmpossible.
ln America,|nothing is impossible.
All right, wise guys.
You listen to me...
all of ya.
You hoodlums|don't own these streets...
and l've had all the roughhouse|l'm gonna put up with around here.
You wanna kill each other?|Kill each other.
But you ain't gonna do it|on my beat.
- Are there any questions?|- Yes, sir.
Would you mind|translating that into Spanish?
Get your friends|out of here, Bernardo...
and stay out.
Please.
Okay, Sharks.
Boy, oh, boy, as if this neighborhood|wasn't crummy enough.
Now, look, fellas.|Fellas?
Look, let's be reasonable.
lf l don't get a little|law and order around here...
l get busted down|to a traffic corner...
and your friend|don't like traffic corners.
So that means you're gonna start|makin' nice with the P.R.s from now on.
l said nice, get it?
'Cause if you don't...
and l catch any of you doin'|any more brawlin' in my territory...
l'm gonna personally beat the living|crud out of every one of you...
and see that you go to the can|and rot there.
Say good-bye|to the nice boys, Krupke.
Good-bye, boys.
Jail? Gee.
- You hoodlums don't own the streets.|- Go play in the park.
- Keep off of the grass.|- Get out of the house.
- Keep off the block.|- Keep off the world.
A gang that don't own the street|is nothin'.
- That's it.|- We do own it!
Jets, round out.
Not you, Anybodys.|Beat it.
Riff, you gotta|let me in the gang.
Didn't you just see me?|l was smash.
l'm a killer.|l wanna fight.
How else is she gonna|get a guy to touch her?
- You dirty rat!|- The road, little girl, the road.
Beat it.
Okay, come on.
Now listen.
We fought hard for this turf,|and we ain't just gonna give it up.
The Emeralds claimed it,|and we shut 'em out.
The Hawks tried to take it away,|and we knocked 'em down the cellar.
- Yeah, but these P.R.s are different.|- They multiply.
- They keep comin'.|- Like cockroaches.
- They're eatin' all the food.|- They're breathin' all the air.
Help! l'm drowning in tamale.
You heard what|Lieutenant Schrank said.
We gotta make nice|with them Puerto Ricans, or else.
Are we gonna let 'em move in|and take it all away from us, or else?
You're damn right no.
What are we gonna do,|huh, buddy boys?
l'll tell you what we're gonna do.|We're gonna speed fast.
We're gonna move like lightnin'...
and we're gonna clean|them Sharks up once and for all...
so they ain't never gonna set foot|on our turf again.
And we're gonna do it|in one all-out fight.
- A rumble!|- Now, cool, Action boy.
The Sharks want a piece|of this world too.
They're real down boys.
They might ask for blades,|zip guns.
Zip guns? Well, gee.
l ain't finalizin' and sayin'|they will, Baby John.
l'm just sayin' that they might.
And we gotta be prepared.
Now, what's your mood, Jets?
l say go, go!
- l say mix.|- l say sock 'em.
- Tear 'em.|- Yeah.
- But if they say blades or guns?|- l say let's forget the whole thing.
- What?|- What do you say, Riff?
l say this turf is small...
but it's all we got, huh?
l want to hold it like|we always held it-- with skin.
But if they say blades,|l say blades.
lf they say guns,|l say guns.
l say l want the Jets|to be the number one...
to sail, to hold the sky!
Then rev us off!
Okay, cats, we rumble.
Protocality calls for a war council|between us and the Sharks...
to set the whole thing up.
l will personally give|the bad news to Bernardo.
- You gotta take a lieutenant with you.|- That's me.
- That's Tony.|- Who needs Tony?
We need Tony. He's got a rep|that's bigger than the whole west side.
- He don't belong no more.|- Now, cut it, Action.
- Me and Tony started the Jets.|- So where is he?
How come he takes|a lousy, stinkin' job?
- Youth board corrupted him.|- Yeah, temporary sickness.
-Wait and see.|-Man, the day we clobbered the Emeralds.
- He saved my ever-lovin' neck.|- Sure, he'll do it again too.
He always came through for us,|and he always will.
When you're a Jet|you're a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette|to your last dying day
When you're a Jet|let them do what they can
You've got brothers around|You're a family man
You're never alone
You're never disconnected
You're home with your own|When company's expected
You're well protected
Then you are set|with a capital ''J''
Which you'll never forget|till they cart you away
When you're a Jet|you stay
A Jet
l know Tony like l know me.
- l guarantee you can count him in.|- ln, out. Let's get crackin'.
- Where you gonna find Bernardo?|- lt ain't safe to go in P.R. territory.
- He'll be at the dance at the gym.|- But the gym's neutral territory.
A-rab, l'm gonna make nice with 'em.|l'm only gonna challenge 'em.
- Great, Daddy-O.|- So listen.
Everybody dress up sweet and sharp.|Meet Tony and me at the dance at 10:00.
- And walk tall.|- We always walk tall.
- We're Jets.|- The greatest.
When you're a Jet|you're the top cat in town
You're the gold-medal kid|with the heavyweight crown
When you're a Jet|you're the swingingest thing
Little boy, you're a man|Little man, you're a king
The Jets are in gear|Our cylinders are clickin'
The Sharks'll steer clear
'Cause every Puerto Rican's|a lousy chicken
Here come the Jets|like a bat out of hell
Someone gets in our way|someone don't feel so well
Here come the Jets|Little world, step aside
Better go underground|Better run, better hide
We're drawin' the line|so keep your noses hidden
We're hangin' a sign|says ''Visitors Forbidden''
And we ain't kiddin'
Here come the Jets, yeah|and we're gonna beat
Every last buggin' gang|on the whole buggin' street
On the whole buggin'
Ever-lovin' street
Yeah!
- Tony, you're not even listenin'.|- l read you loud and clear, Riff.
Then why don't you say somethin'?
l don't want to hurt your feelings.|You're my buddy, my pal, my best friend.
Womb to tomb?
Birth to earth.
That's why you gotta come to the dance|tonight and stand up with me.
Come on, Tony, just say yes.
Did you ever stop to figure how many|bubbles there are in one bottle of soda?
Tony, this is important.
Everything's important, Riff.
You, me,|the sweet guy l work for.
The Sharks walk bad.|They bite hard.
lf we don't stop 'em now,|we're gonna never--
- Work for a living.|- How do you like that, huh?
Four-and-a-half years l live|with a buddy and his family.
l think l'm diggin'|a guy's character.
Boy, am l a victim|of disappointment in you.
End your sufferin', little man.
Why don't you just pack up your gear|and move out?
'Cause your ma's hot for me.
lt's 'cause l hate livin'|with my buggin' uncle.
- Come on!|- Uncle! Uncle!
Go play games with the Jets.
Why not?|They're the greatest.
Ain't they?
Were.
You found somethin' better?
Not yet, but--
But what?
You won't dig it, Riff.
So try me.
Come on, Tony. Try me.
Okay.
Every single night|for the last month...
l wake up,|and l'm reachin' out.
Well, for what?
l don't know.
A dame?
lt's right outside the door,|just around the corner...
but it's comin'.
What is?
l don't know.
lt's like the kick l used to get|from bein' a Jet.
Well, now you're talkin'.
Man, without a gang,|you're an orphan.
With a gang, you walk|in twos, threes, fours.
When your crew is the best,|when you're a Jet...
you're out in the sun, buddy boy,|you're home, free home.
Riff, l've had it.
Tony, look at me, will ya?|Come on, look at me.
l'm lookin' at you.
l never asked the time of day|from a clock, did l?
l never asked nothin' from nobody.
But l'm askin' you,|come to the dance tonight.
l promised Doc l'd clean up|the store tonight.
Then do it after the dance.
Tony, l already told the guys|you'd be there.
lf you don't show,|l'll be marked lousy.
- What time did you tell 'em?|- 10:00.
For me, Tony. For Riff.
- 10:00 it is.|- Womb to tomb?
Birth to earth,|and l'll live to regret this.
Who knows? Maybe what you're waitin' for|will be twitchin' at the dance tonight.
Who knows?
Could be
Who knows
There's something due any day|l will know right away
Soon as it shows
lt may come cannonballin' down|through the sky, gleam in its eye
Bright as a rose
Who knows
lt's only just out of reach|Down the block, on a beach
Under a tree
l got a feelin' there's a miracle due|gonna come true
Comin' to me
Could it be|Yes, it could
Something's comin'|something good
lf l can wait
Something's comin'|l don't know what it is
But it is gonna be great
With a click|with a shock
Phone will jingle|door will knock
Open the latch
Something's comin'|Don't know when, but it's soon
Catch the moon|One-handed catch
Around the corner
Or whistlin' down the river
Come on, deliver
To me
Will it be|Yes, it will
Maybe just by holdin' still
lt'll be there
Come on, somethin'|Come on in, don't be shy
Meet a guy|Pull up a chair
The air is hummin'
And somethin' great
ls comin'
lt's only just out of reach|Down the block, on a beach
Maybe tonight
Por favor, Anita.|You are my friend.
- Stop it, Maria.|- You must make the neck lower.
You must stop heckling me. We are|working on our time, not the old lady's.
One inch. How much|can one little inch do?
Too much.
Anita, it is now to be a dress|for dancing, no longer for praying.
Listen, with those boys, you can|start out dancing and end up praying.
One little inch.
Bernardo made me promise.
One month have l been in this country.|Do l ever even touch excitement?
l sew in this place all day.|l sit at home all night.
For what did my brother|bring me here?
To marry Chino.
When l look at Chino,|nothing happens.
What do you expect to happen?
l don't know. Something.
What happens when you|look at Bernardo?
lt's when l don't look|that it happens.
l think l will tell|Mama and Papa...
about you and Nardo|in the balcony of the movies.
- l will rip this to shreds!|- No.
But if you could perhaps manage|to lower the neck.
Next year.
- l hate that dress!|- Then don't wear it.
Don't come to the dance|with us tonight.
Don't come?
- Could we not dye it red, at least?|- No, we could not.
White is for babies.
l will be the only one there|in a white--
lt is a beautiful dress.
l love you!
- Are you ready, ladies?|- Nardo, come in.
ls it not beautiful?
Yes. Very.
l didn't quite hear.
Very beautiful.
Come in, Chino.|Do not be afraid.
But this is a shop for ladies.
We won't bite you|till we know you better.
You will keep both eyes on Maria|tonight in case l cannot.
- You too, Anita.|- My brother is a silly watchdog.
My sister is a precious jewel.
What am l, cut glass?
Nardo, it is most important that l have|a wonderful time at the dance tonight.
lt is?
Because tonight is|the real beginning of my life...
as a young lady of America.
Get out of here.
Come on, guys.
- Hey, look what l got.|- Hi, Consuelo.
Maria, these are some of my friends|you have not met.
- Hey, pick up.|- How are you?
This is Loco.
Teresita.
- My sister Maria.|- Good evening.
And this is Luis Arruza.
Rosalia, hi.
All right, boys and girls.
Attention, please.
- Come here.|- Okay, let's get on with it.
My, this is a fine turnout|we have here tonight.
Hey, it's all for you, Glad Hand.
l know all of you|boys and girls are here...
because you want to|make new friends...
and get closer to old ones.
So tonight...
kids, we're gonna do|something special.
We're gonna have|a get-together dance.
Ginger-peachy!
All right. Now, kids.
l want you to form two circles.
- How many?|- Two. Boys on the outside.
- Girls on the inside.|- Hey, where are you?
All right.
When the music stops...
each boy dances with|whichever girl is opposite.
Okay?
Two circles, kids.
Well, it won't hurt you to try.
Ooh, it hurts, it hurts.
Snowboy.
That's it, kids.|Keep the ball rolling.
Around she goes,|and where she stops...
nobody knows.
Here we go.
Boys to my right,|and girls to my left.
- Mambo!|- Mambo!
Go!
You're not thinkin'|l'm someone else?
l know you are not.
Or that we met before?
l know we have not.
l felt...
l knew something never before|was going to happen...
had to happen,|but this is so much more.
My hands are cold.
Yours too.
So warm.
So beautiful.
Beautiful.
lt's so much to believe.
You're not makin' a joke.
l have not yet learned|how to joke that way.
l think now l never will.
Get your hands off, American!
- Stay away from my sister.|- Sister?
- Couldn't you see he's one of them?|- No, l saw only him.
There's only one thing they want|from a Puerto Rican girl.
- That's a lie.|- Later, Tony.
Don't listen to them.
She will listen to her brother|before she listens to you.
- lf you two want to settle this--|- Please, boys!
Everything was going so well.|We're all here to have a good time.
Come here a second.|l want to talk to you.
Take her out of here.|We're going home.
- lt is my first dance.|- Please, we are family. Now, go.
Come, Maria.
- l don't want you.|- l want you though.
l want you for a war council.|Jets and Sharks.
- The pleasure is mine.|- Let's go outside.
l would not leave the ladies alone|with your kind around.
We will meet you at midnight.
- Doc's candy store?|- Mm-hmm.
And no jazz before then.
l understand the rules...
native boy.
lce.
Doc's at midnight.|Spread the word.
Right, Daddy-O.
The most beautiful sound|l ever heard
Maria
All the beautiful sounds|of the world
ln a single word
l just met a girl named Maria
And suddenly that name
Will never be the same to me
l just kissed a girl|named Maria
And suddenly l found
How wonderful a sound can be
Say it loud|and there's music playing
Say it soft
And it's almost like praying
l'll never stop saying
Say it loud|and there's music playing
Say it soft
And it's almost like praying
l'll never stop saying
The most beautiful sound
l ever heard
Now, l do not say these things|to spoil your evening...
or to hear myself talk.
l am here longer than you.
Someday when you are an old|married woman with five children...
then you can tell me what to do,|but now it is the other way around.
Now go to bed.
He's the old married woman.
You know, she has a mother,|also a father.
They do not know this country|any better than she does.
You do not know it at all.
Girls here are free to have fun.|She is in America now.
Puerto Rico is in America now.
Sometimes l don't know|which is thicker--
your skull or your accent.
- Let them wait.|- ls Maria all right?
- l should be so all right.|- lt will not happen again.
Pepe, lndio.
- After tonight, things will be settled.|- First settle your stomach.
Never mind my stomach.
Well, l mind your nose|and your head broken.
- Broken?|- Sure.
They use Maria for an excuse|to start World War lll.
lt is more than that.
More than what?|She was only dancing.
With an American|who is really a Polack.
Says the spic.
You are not so cute.
- That Tony is.|- And he works.
A delivery boy.
- And what are you?|- An assistant.
And Chino makes half|of what the Polack makes.
- The Polack is an American.|- Here comes the whole commercial.
Your mother's a Pole.|Your father's a Swede.
But you were born here.|That's all that you need.
You are an American.|But us?
Foreigners!
Lice. Cockroaches.
But it's true.
When l think about how l thought|it would be for us here.
We came like children,|believing, trusting.
With our hearts open.
With our arms open.
You came with your mouth open.
You did, spic, and you'll|go back in handcuffs.
l'm going back in a Cadillac.
- Air-conditioned.|- Built-in bar.
- Telephone.|- Television.
Compatible color.
lf you had all that here, why would you|want to go back to Puerto Rico?
Even if you didn't have all that here,|why would you want to go back?
lt's so good here?
lt's so good there?|We had nothing.
Ah, we still have nothing,|only more expensive.
Anita Josephina...
- Beatriz del Carmen Margarita.|- lt's plain Anita now.
- Et cetera.|- Leave me alone. At least l--
Once an immigrant,|always an immigrant.
Hey, look, instead of a shampoo,|she's been brainwashed.
- Stop it.|- She's given up Puerto Rico.
Now she's queer for Uncle Sam.
Oh, no. That's not true.
Puerto Rico
My heart's devotion
Let it sink back
ln the ocean
Always the hurricanes blowing
Always the population growing
And the money owing
And the sunlight streaming
And the natives steaming
l like the island Manhattan
l know you do.
Smoke on your pipe
And put that in
l like to be in America
Okay by me in America
Everything free in America
For a small fee in America
Buying on credit is so nice
One look at us|and they charge twice
l have my own washing machine
What will you have though|to keep clean
Skyscrapers bloom in America
Cadillacs zoom in America
lndustry boom in America
Twelve in a room in America
Lots of new housing|with more space
Lots of doors slamming|in our face
l'll get a terrace apartment
Better get rid of your accent
Life can be bright in America
lf you can fight in America
Life is all right in America
lf you're all white in America
La-la-la, la-la, America
Here you are free|and you have pride
Long as you stay|on your own side
Free to be anything|you choose
Free to wait tables|and shine shoes
Everywhere grime in America
Organized crime in America
Terrible time in America
You forget l'm in America
l think l go back|to San Juan
l know a boat you can get on|Bye-bye!
Everyone there|will give big cheer
Everyone there|will have moved here
Come on! Hey, Chino.
What are you doing?
- Meet me on the roof later.|- Meet me on the roof later.
- Well, will you or won't you?|- Well, will you or won't you?
Well, will you?
You have your big,|important war council.
The council or me?
First one...
and then the other.
l'm an American girl now.
l don't wait.
Back home,|women know their place.
Back home, little boys|don't have war councils.
But they do here.
You want me to be|an American, don't you?
lmmigrant!
Good night, Maria.
Good night.
Quiet!
Come down.
Please. My mother|and father will wake up.
Just for a minute.
A minute is not enough.
- For an hour then.|- l cannot.
Then forever!|Then l'm comin' up.
Now see what you've done.
lt is dangerous.|lf Bernardo knew--
We'll let him know.|l'm not one of 'em, Maria.
But you are not one of us,|and l am not one of you.
- To me you're all the beautiful--|- Maruca.
His pet name for me.
l like him,|and he will like me.
He is like Bernardo-- afraid.
lmagine being afraid of you.
- You see?|- l see you.
Oh, Maria, see only me.
Only you
You're the only thing|l'll see forever
ln my eyes, in my words|and in everything l do
Nothing else but you ever
And there's nothing for me but Maria
Every sight that l see is Maria
Tony, Tony
Always you|Every thought l'll ever know
Everywhere l go|you'll be
All the world|is only you and me
Tonight, tonight
lt all began tonight
l saw you|and the world went away
There's only you tonight
What you are|What you do
What you say
Today
All day l had the feeling
A miracle would happen
l know now l was right
For here you are
And what was just a world
ls a star tonight
The world is full of light
With suns and moons|all over the place
The world is wild and bright
Going mad|Shooting sparks into space
Today the world|was just an address
A place for me to live in
No better than all right
But here you are
And what was just a world
ls a star tonight
l cannot stay.|Go quickly.
- l'm not afraid.|- Please.
Good night.
l love you.
Yes.
Yes, hurry.
- When will l see you?|- Tomorrow.
l work at the bridal shop|across the street-- Madam Lucia's.
- l'll come there.|- At closing time, 6:00.
When you come,|use the back door.
What does ''Tony'' stand for?
Anton.
Good night
Sleep well|and when you dream
Dream of me
Tonight
- Where the devil are them Sharks?|- Maybe they're too chicken to show.
- Where the devil are them Sharks?|- Maybe they're too chicken to show.
We got time, A-rab.|Riff and lce ain't even here yet.
- Come on, come on.|- He don't use a switchblade.
- He don't even use an atomic ray gun.|- Who don't?
Captain Marvel.|Gee, l love him.
So marry him!
l ain't never gonna get married.|Too noisy.
You ain't never gonna get married.|Too ugly.
Down goes a teenage hoodlum.
Gee, could a real zip gun|make you do like that?
l know what a zip gun could make you do.|You better wear diapers.
Go walk the streets|like your sister.
Listen, jail bait. l licked you twice,|and l can do it again!
Come on, Anybodys,|knock it off.
- Riff's here.|- Jets all present and accounted for?
l'm proud of ya.|Ya done good at the dance.
- So where are they?|- Unwind, Action!
- Any sign of Tony?|- The lnvisible Man.
What do you think|the Sharks are gonna ask for?
- Mercy.|- Just rubber hoses maybe.
- Relax, little man.|- You tell him, Daddy-O.
- l'm ready.|- Easy. Cool.
Riff, in a tight spot,|you gonna need every man you can get.
An American tragedy.
Look. When the Sharks come,|you chicks cut out.
We might,|and then again, we might not.
This ain't kid stuff, Graziella.
l and Velma ain't|kid stuff, neither.
- Are we, Vel?|- No, thank you.
And you can punctuate it.
What are we poopin' around|with dumb broads?
l and Velma ain't dumb.
The bulls!
- Hey, you.|- Hey, who?
- Who? Me?|- Her?
Top o' the evening,|Officer Krupke.
You!
- Me, sir?|- Yeah, you.
- Didn't you hear me?|- Yes, sir.
l got twenty-twenty hearin'.
-Then why didn't you answer me?|-His mother told him not to answer cops.
- Wise apple, you want me to run you in?|- lndeed not, sir.
l oughta run|all you punks in.
What are you standin'|around here for?
You see, sir,|we're afraid to go home.
Such a bad environment.
- We don't get no love there.|- Oh, it's awful.
lf you don't leave us|stay out in the streets...
we liable to turn into|a bunch of juvenile delinquents.
l know you guys was cookin' up|somethin' at the dance tonight...
so don't think you're gonna|put nothin' over on me.
Sergeant, come on.|We got a 10-13.
Now go on, get a move on,|all of you.
Don't let me catch none of you|around here when l get back.
l'll see you around now.
- You forgot to say good-bye.|- Them headbusters ain't got no manners.
Don't let me catch none of you|around here when l get back.
- They treat us like we ain't human.|- He was pretty mad, huh?
So what happened?|A big fat nothin', right?
Yeah, but suppose he comes back while us|and the Sharks are havin' a war council?
We'll snow him some more.
Them cops believe everything they read|in the papers about us cruddy J.D.'s...
so we give 'em|somethin' to believe in.
Hey, you!
- Who, me, Officer Krupke?|- Yeah, you!
Give me one good reason for not draggin'|ya down to the station house, ya punk!
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke
Ya gotta understand
lt's just our bringin' up-ke|that gets out outta hand
Our mothers all are junkies|Our fathers all are drunks
Golly Moses|Naturally 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|We're misunderstood
- Deep down inside us there is good|- There is good
There is good, there is good|There is untapped good
Like inside|the worst of us is good
- That's a touchin' good story!|- Let me tell it to the world!
Just tell it to the judge!
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 l was had
Leapin' lizards|That's why l'm so bad
Right! Officer Krupke|you're really a square
This boy don't need a judge|He needs an analyst's care
lt's just his neurosis|that oughta be curbed
- He's psychologically disturbed|- l'm disturbed
We're disturbed, we're disturbed|We're the most disturbed
Like we're psychologically disturbed
Hear ye! Hear ye!
ln the opinion of this court,|this child is depraved...
on account he ain't had|a normal home.
Hey, l'm depraved|on account l'm deprived!
So take him to a headshrinker.|You!
Who, me?
My daddy beats my mommy|My mommy clobbers me
My grandpa is a commie|My grandma pushes tea
My sister wears a mustache|My brother wears a dress
Goodness gracious|That's why l'm a mess
Yes! Officer Krupke|he shouldn't be here
This boy don't need a couch|He needs a useful career
Society's played him|a terrible trick
- And sociologically he's sick|- l am sick
We are sick, we are sick|We are sick, sick, sick
Like we're sociologically sick
ln my opinion, this child does not need|to have his head shrunk at all.
Juvenile delinquency|is purely a social disease.
Hey, l got a social disease!
Take him to a social worker.
- Which way?|- That way.
Dear kindly social worker
They tell me|get a job
Like be a soda-jerker|Which means like be a slob
lt's not l'm antisocial|l'm only anti-work
Gloryosky|That's why l'm a jerk
Officer Krupke|you've done it again
This boy don't need a job|He needs a year in the pen
lt ain't just a question|of misunderstood
- Deep down inside him he's no good|- l'm no good
We're no good, we're no good|We're no earthly good
Like the best of us|is no damn good
- The trouble is he's lazy|- The trouble is he drinks
- The trouble is he's crazy|- The trouble is he stinks
- The trouble is he's growing|- The trouble is he's grown
Krupke, we got troubles|of our own
Gee, Officer Krupke|we're down on our knees
'Cause no one wants a fella|with a social disease
Gee, Officer Krupke|what are we to do
Gee, Officer Krupke|Krup you
Curfew, gentlemen,|and ladies.
Aren't you up a little late,|Baby John?
l got insomnia, Doc.|Too many worries.
- Any of you seen Tony tonight?|- You bet ya we did.
He was supposed to|clean up the store.
So maybe he decided|to clean up the P.R.s instead.
- Doc, you ain't gonna close up now?|- l'm not?
- Listen, we got a war council here.|- A who?
- To determine weapons.|- We gonna set up a mix with the P.R.s.
Weapons.|You couldn't play basketball?
Get with it, buster.
WAR
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