Hey Hey party people! Here's chapter one of my Parodias parodies! The song today is 'Gee, Officer Krupke' from the musical: West Side Story! I do not own the lyrics to the original song, nor do I own any of the Yu-Gi-Oh! refrences I make. However, nobody can reproduce the changes I made. Enjoy!


Joey:
Dear kindly Miss Mazaki,
You gotta understand,
It's just my bringin' up-ki
That gets us me of hand.
My mother is a junkie;
My father is a drunk.
Golly Slifer, natcherly we're punks!

All:
Gee, Anzu Mazaki, he's very upset;
He never had the love that ev'ry child oughta get.
He ain't no delinquent,
He's misunderstood.
Deep down inside him there is good!

Joey
There is good!

All
There is good, there is good,
There is untapped good!
Like inside, the worst of us is good!

Tristan: (Spoken) That's a touchin' good story.

Joey: (Spoken) Lemme tell it to the world!

Yugi: Just tell it to the Pharoah!

Joey:
Dear kindly Yami, Pharoah,
My papa treats me rough.
With all his marijuana,
He won't give me a puff.
They didn't wanna have me,
But somehow I was had.
Holy Ob'lisk! That's why I'm so bad!

Yami: Yes!

Anzu Mazaki, you're really a square;
This boy don't need a Pharoah, but an analyst's care!
It's just his neurosis that oughta be curbed.
He's psychologic'ly disturbed!

Joey:
I'm disturbed!

All:
We're disturbed, we're disturbed,
We're the most disturbed,
Like we're psychologic'ly disturbed.

Yami: (Spoken) In the opinion on this court, this child is depraved on account he ain't had a normal home.

Joey: (Spoken) Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived.

Yami: So take him to a headshrinker!

Joey: (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,
That last line was bull,
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess!

Bakura: (As Psychiatrist) Yes!
Anzu Mazaki, don't bitch at this kid.
This boy don't need a doctor, so just shut your fuckin' lid.
Society's played him a terrible trick,
And sociologic'ly he's sick!

Joey:
I am sick!

All:
We are sick, we are sick,
We are sick, sick, sick,
Like we're sociologically sick!

Bakura: In my opinion, this child doesn't need to have his head shrunk at all. Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease!

Joey: Hey, I got a social disease!

Bakura: So take him to a social worker!

Joey:
Dear kindly social worker,
They say go earn a buck.
Like be a corp'rate bastard,
Which means like be a schumck.
It's not I'm anti-social,
I'm only anti-work.
Dear sweet Ra-a! That's why I'm a jerk!

Kaiba:
Eek!
Anzu Mazaki, you've done it again.
This dog don't need a job, he needs a year in the pen.
It's not just a question of misunderstood;
Deep down inside him, he's no good!

Joey:
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!

Yami (As Judge):
The trouble is he's crazy.

Bakura (As Psychiatrist):
The trouble is he drinks.

Kaiba (As Social Worker):
The trouble is he's lazy.

Tristan:
The trouble is he stinks.

Bakura:
The trouble is he's growing.

Kaiba:
The trouble is he's grown.

All:
Anzu, we got troubles of our own!

Gee, Anzu Mazaki,
We're down on our knees,
'Cause no one wants a boy who's got a social disease.
Gee, Anzu Mazaki,
What are we to do?
Gee, Anzu Mazaki,
Fuck you!


I just love being an Anzu basher. LOL! Review and I'll put up the next chapter! Send me ideas and I'll use them!