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
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
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