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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
rumour
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
(bullhorn
in
his
hand,
bullhorn
in
his
hand)
He
was
cool,
he
was
clear
he
was
always
in
command
(always
in
command,
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
(The
National
Guard,
the
National
Guard)
When
Uncle
Sam
is
the
one
who
belongs
in
the
exercise
yard
(The
exercise
yard,
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?)
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