Rubber Bullets 10cc

[Verse 1: Lol Creme]
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

[Verse 2: Lol Creme]
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

[Chorus: Lol Creme & Kevin Godley]
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