| 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? |