West Side Story (1961), Gee, officer Krupke

Del musical de Broadway, l'any 1957, en va venir la pel·lícula: West Side Story (1961). L'argument està basat en la història de Romeu i Julieta, de William Shakespeare, però adaptada a la realitat americana de meitat del segle XX. Ras i curt, dues bandes de joves, els sharks —immigrants porto-riquenys— i els jets —nord-americans d'origen anglosaxó— estan enfrontades. El conflicte sorgeix quan María, porto-riquenya, i Tony, nord-americà, s'enamoren. Enmig dels textos reconeguts, la cançó dedicada a l'oficial Krupke. Sempre m'ha semblat impagable, i presagia quina hauria de ser la tasca dels futurs treballadors socials. És, menys que més, així:

ACTION
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke,              Benvolgut sergent Krupke
You gotta understand,                           hauries de capir
It's just our bringin' up-ke                     que la nostra criança
That gets us out of hand.                       se'ls n'anà de les mans:
Our mothers all are junkies,                  amb mares que són ionquis
Our fathers all are drunks.                    pares bevedors.
Golly Moses, natcherly we're punks!   Verge santa, i quins dropos no som!

ACTION AND JETS
Gee, Officer Krupke,                              Ei, oficial Krupke, 
we're very upset;                                     estem disgustats,
We never had the love that                     Mai vam tenir l'amor 
ev'ry child oughta get.                            que li calia a un infant.
We ain't no delinquents,                         Som uns incompresos
We're misunderstood.                             i no uns delinquents.
Deep down inside us there is good!       Dins nostre hi trobareu bondat! 

ACTION
There is good!                                        Hi ha bondat!

ALL
There is good, there is good,                  Hi ha bondat, hi ha bondat,
There is untapped good!                         Hi ha bondat sense explotar!
Like inside, the worst of us is good!      Dins del pitjor de nosaltres hi ha bondat!

SNOWBOY:
That's a touchin' good story.                   Una història commovedora.

ACTION:
Lemme tell it to the world!                    Deixa'm explicar-la al món.

SNOWBOY:
Just tell it to the judge.                           Només l'has d'explicar al jutge.

ACTION
Dear kindly Judge, your Honor,            Benvolgut jutge, Honorable,
My parents treat me rough.                    els pares em maltracten.
With all their marijuana,                        Tenen tota la marihuana
They won't give me a puff.                     i no me'n donen ni una calada
They didn't wanna have me,
But somehow I was had.
Leapin' lizards! That's why I'm so bad!  És per això que estic tan malament!

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!              Psicològicament pertorbat!

ACTION
I'm disturbed!                                        Estic pertorbat!

JETS
We're disturbed, we're disturbed,          Estem pertorbats, estem pertorbats,
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:
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!                           Està sociològicament malalt!

ACTION
I am sick!                                                        Estic malalt!

ALL
We are sick, we are sick,                                 Estem malalts, estem malalts.
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!

Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim.

Golly Moses: "Caram Moisès" (exp. de sorpresa, trad, jueva. Més o menys: Mare de Déu!)

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