Rubber Bullets

I went to a party in the local county jail
All the cons were dancing, and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling 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 forty-nine
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 the convicts squeal
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
But we can't have dancing at the local county pen

Sergeant Baker and his men made a bee line for the jail
And for miles around you could hear the sirens wail
There's a rumor goin' 'round death row
That a fuse is gonna blow
At the local hop at the local county jail

Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
I love to hear them convicts squeal
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
But we can't have dancing at the local county pen

Well, we don't understand why you called in the National Guard
When Uncle Sam is the one who belongs in the exercise yard
We all got balls and weights
Somes 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
At the local dance at the local county jail