Royal Philharmonic Orchestra / Resolution Copyrigh, Leonard Bernstein - West Side Story (2005) by Royal Philharmonic Orchestra / Resolution Copyrigh (보컬,오케스트라), Leonard Bernstein (보컬) on maniadb.com

Could be! Who knows? There's something due any day I will know right away, Soon as it shows. It may come cannonballing down through the sky, Gleam in its eye, Bright as a rose! Who knows? It's only just out of reach, Down the block, on a beach, Under a tree. I got a feeling there's a miracle due, Gonna come true, Coming to me! Could it be? Yes, it could. Something's coming, something good, If I can wait! Something's coming, I don't know what it is, But it is Gonna be great! With a click, with a shock, Phone'll jingle, door'll knock, Open the latch! Something's coming, don't know when, but it's soon Catch the moon, One-handed catch! Around the corner, Or whistling down the river, Come on, deliver To me! Will it be? Yes, it will. Maybe just by holding still, It'll be there! Come on, something, come on in, don't be shy, Meet a guy, Pull up a chair! The air is humming, And something great is coming! Who knows? It's only just out of reach, Down the block, on a beach, Maybe tonight...

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 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. Lemme 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 I was had. Leapin' lizards! That's why I'm so bad!  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! I'm disturbed! We're disturbed, we're disturbed, We're the most disturbed, Like we're psychologic'ly disturbed. In the opinion on this court, this child is depraved on account he ain't had a normal home.  Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived. So take him to a headshrinker. 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! 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! I am sick! We are sick, we are sick, We are sick, sick, sick, Like we're sociologically sick! In my opinion, this child don't need to have his head shrunk at all. Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease! Hey, I got a social disease! So take him to a social worker! 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! (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! I'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 crazy. The trouble is he drinks. The trouble is he's lazy. 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 fellow with a social disease. Gee, Officer Krupke, What are we to do? Gee, Officer Krupke, Krup you! -