Rubber Bullets
Composer(s): Lol Creme;
Kevin Godley; Graham Gouldman
Performer(s): 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 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 dancing at the local county pen 
Sergeant Baker and his men made a beeline for the jail 
And for miles around you could hear the sirens wail 
There's a rumour going round death row 
That a fuse is gonna blow 
At the local hop at the local county jail 
Sergeant Baker started talking 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
What you gonna do about it what you gonna do? 
What you gonna do about it what you gonna do?