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 indiscreet 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 rumor 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 (National Guard. 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 it, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
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