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