Karaoké Rubber Bullets 10cc

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 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

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?

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

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?