Rubber Bullets

I went to a party at the local county jail

All the cons were dancing and the men began to wail

But the guys were indiscrete they were balling in the street

At the local dance at the local county jail

Well the band were playing and the booze began to flow

But the sound came over on the police car radio

Down at Precinct 49 having a tear gas of a time

Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the County Jail

load up load up load up with rubber bullets

load up load up load up with rubber bullets

I love to hear those convicts squeal

It’s a shame these slugs ain’t real

But we can’t have dancing at the local county jail

Sergeant Baker and his men made a beeline for the jail

And for miles around you could hear the sirens wail

There’s a rumour going down death row that a fuse is going to blow

at the local hop at the local county jail

What you gonna do about it what you gonna do

what you gonna do about it what you gonna do

Sergeant Baker started talking with a bullhorn in his hand

He was cool he was clear he was he was always in command

He said blood will flow here padre

Padre you talk to your boys

Trust in me   God will come to    set    you     free

Well we don’t understand why he called in the National Guard

When Uncle Sam is the one who belongs in the exercise yard

We all got balls and brains

but some’s got balls and chains

at the local dance at the local county jail

Load up load up load up with rubber bullets

load up load up load up with rubber bullets

Is it really such a crime for a guy to spend his time

at the local dance at the local county jail

at the local dance at the local county jail

what you gonna do about what you gonna do

what you gonna do about it what you gonna do