I went to a party at 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 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 dancin' at the local county jail       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       Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do    Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do       Sergeant Baker started talkin'    With a bullhorn in his hand    He was cool, he was clear    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 you 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       Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do    Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do