I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cops were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were ballin' in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail
Well, the band was playin' and the blues began to flow
When the sound of the drums began to play
It came over on the police car radio
Down to Precinct 49
There were the tickets of a time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail
And he said, load up, load up, load up
With rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up
With rubber bullets
Yeah
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
Such a victim and his men made a beeline for the jail
And for miles around you could hear the sirens wail
Well, there's a rumor going round and round
At the road
That a fuse is gonna blow
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
Hey!
Hey!
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do about it
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do about it
Oh, no no no no no no
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do about it
No.
Let's all just calm down.
Calm down.
Calm down.
If you would all like to get out your tickets,
it says an acoustic evening.
Please.
Please do not encourage him.
It's your own time you're wasting.
Let's calm down.
I'm sorry.
Okay, good man.
Good.
I'm sure we're going to do better.
Good.
H, E, out.
Finished?
Finished?
Bigging up your parts, aren't you?
Yeah.
Sergeant Baker started talking
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,
Life will follow
Here, pottery
Pottery
Pottery
Pottery



Until you're born
Trust in me
God will come to set you free
Here we go.
Let's go.
Well, we don't understand why they call him the National Guard
The National Guard
The National Guard
Well, Uncle Sam is the one who belongs in the exercise yard
The exercise yard
The exercise yard
Well, we all got balls and brains
Some's got balls and chains
At the local dance
At the local county jail
Come on, bubby, let's hear it.
Load up, load up, load up
Rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up
Rubber bullets
Yeah
Is it really such a crime
For a guy like me to be a cop?

He's got to spend his time
At the local dance
At the local county jail
At the local hop
At the local county jail
Ok, Berlin, just before we leave you
You can sing for us
You need to know two words
Load and up
And repeat them after me
Let's see how we get on
Here we go.
Load up, load up, load up, load up, load up, load up, load up, load up, load up, load up.
Load up, load up, load up, load up, load up, load up.
Load up, load up
Load up, load up
Load up, load up
Load up, load up
Load up, load up
Load up
Thank you so much.
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