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Aw isn't it lovely? What's that?
Does anybody know what that is?
Apart from the people from Belfast.
Yes, that is a rubber bullet.
People down here always seem to think that a rubber bullet
was the same size as an ordinary bullet.
But you can see it's not.
Uh, you try carrying 200 of them in your back pocket, and you'll be seen.
There's a song called Rubber Bullets,
and I'd like you all to join in the chorus.
But I'm sure you won't, 'cause you don’t know it
Rubber bullets for the ladies, catch them in a CS can
Three inches wide, six inches long, take it home to your old man
It's an instrument of torturе, that'll break your leg in two
And stops you feeling lonely but lеaves you black and blue
When you've had your fill of CS gas behind the barricades
And served your time with half a brick, you've learned a brand new trade
Fighting for your freedom, the dignity of man
Look out for rubber bullets, they're the Army's latest plan
Rubber bullets for the ladies, catch them in a CS can
Three inches wide, six inches long, take it home to your old man
It's an instrument of torture, that'll break your leg in two
And stops you feeling lonely but leaves you black and blue
When your family's going hungry, you needn't break your heart
The Army's solved our problem: they picked a rubber tart
When you're under house arrest, and your nerves are getting frayed
Look out for rubber bullets, they can bounce below the bed
Rubber bullets for the ladies, catch them in a CS can
Three inches wide, six inches long, take it home to your old man
It's an instrument of torture, that’ll break your leg in two
And stops you feeling lonely but leaves you black and blue
When a soldier says he loves you, behind the barricade
Look out for rubber bullets, and grab his red cockade
Are the bullets meant to stone you? Be careful how you bend
If it breaks a leg or two, the Army will commend
Rubber bullets for the ladies, catch them in a CS can
Three inches wide, six inches long, take it home to your old man
It's an instrument of torture, that’ll break your leg in two
And stops you feeling lonely but leaves you black and blue
Don't forget the highway code when crossing of a street
A bullet doing ninety could leave you obsolete
Watch when stepping off the curb, I'm being quite sincere
A bullet in the proper place could leave you feeling queer
Rubber bullets for the ladies, catch them in a CS can
Three inches wide, six inches long, take it home to your old man
It's an instrument of torture, that’ll break your leg in two
And stops you feeling lonely but leaves you black and blue
Rubber bullets for the ladies, catch them in a CS can
Three inches wide, six inches long, take it home to your old man
It's an instrument of torture, that’ll break your leg in two
And stops you feeling lonely but leaves you black and blue
