Be seated now, and almost ready to begin
Lead me in with a count of 17, Mr. Stapleton, then wave your baton
Er, one, two, three four
Guard, guard, guard, guard
Load up, load up, load up
Load up, load up
Load up, load up, load up, up
Load up, load up
The national guard
Load up, load up, load up, up
Load up, load up
Load up, load up, load up, up
Load up, load up (ooh)
Guard, the national guard, the national, national
The national, the national guard
Guard
Never think about it
Load up, load up, load up with rub
Load up, load up
Never think about it
Load up, load up, load up, up, with rub
Never think about it
Load up, load up
Just give it to 'em
(Bullets, bullets) Load up, load up, load up
Load up, load up
(Bullets, bullets) Load up, load up, load up
Load up, load up
The national guard, guard

I went to a party at the county jail
All the con's were dancing, they began to wail
They were in the street, dancing in the street
But that was indiscreet (what'cha gonna do about it?)
The band was playing, there was plenty of booze
So they called Furillo at Hill Street Blues
There's a riot going on
(What'cha gonna do about it? What'cha gonna do about it?)
Furillo and his men made it to the jail
You should have heard those sirens wail
There's a woman going 'round Death Row
There's a woman going 'round Death row
(What'cha gonna do about it? What'cha gonna do about it? What'cha gonna do about it?) Aha ha ha
(What'cha gonna do about it? What'cha gonna do about it? What'cha gonna do about it?)

Life is a
Life is a mini
Life is a mini, mini
Life is a mini
Life is a minestrone
Life is a minestrone
Life is a minestrone
Life is a mini, mini, mini, minestrone
Mini, mini, mini, minestrone

Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up
She gets more fan mail than the Pope, in church today
Let's get this romance cooking, honey
Minnie Mouse has got it up
Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up
She gets more fan mail than the Pope
She gets more fan mail than the Pope

Life is a minestrone served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold lasagna suspended in deep freeze
Life is a minestrone served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold lasagna suspended in deep freeze
Mini, mini, mini, minestrone
Mini, mini, mini, minestrone
Mini, mini, mini, minestrone
Mini, mini, mini, minestrone
Mini, mini, mini, minestrone
Mini, mini, mini, minestrone
C'mon Pluto, c'mon Pluto, c'mon Pluto, c'mon Pluto
C'mon Pluto, c'mon Pluto, c'mon Pluto, c'mon Pluto
C'mon Pluto, c'mon Pluto, c'mon Pluto, c'mon Pluto
C'mon Pluto, c'mon Pluto, c'mon Pluto, c'mon Pluto
Own up, own up, Mickey
Own up, own up, Mickey
Own up, own up, Mickey
Own up Mickey

Thank you, goodnight
Be quiet
Big boys don't cry, you make me wanna cry
Big boys don't cry, you make me wanna cry
Big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry
Big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry
Don't cry

It's because
Be quiet big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry
Big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry

Don't cry, don't cry
Don't cry, don't cry
Don't cry, don't cry
Don't cry, don't cry
Don't cry, don't cry
Cry
Cry
You don't know how to ease my pain, you don't know
You don't know how to ease my pain
Don't you hear any voices crying?
That's the sound of our love dying
Here comes the rain
You don't know how to ease my pain, you don't know
You don't know how to ease my pain
You don't you know what the sound is darling
It's the sound of my tears falling
Or is it the rain?
You don't know
You don't know how to play the game, and you cheat, you lie
You make me wanna cry
You make me wanna cry, cry
You make me wanna cry
You don't know how to ease my pain, you don't know
You don't know how to ease my pain
Don't you hear any voices crying?
That's the sound of our love dying
Here comes the rain
You don't know how to play the game, and you cheat, you lie
You don't even know how to say goodbye
You don't even know how to say goodbye
You don't even know how to say goodbye
You make me wanna
You make me wanna cry
You don't know
You don't even know how to
You don't even know how to say goodbye
You make me wanna cry
You don't even know how to say goodbye
You make me wanna cry
Cry
Cry, cry, cry

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Eric Stewart, Graham Gouldman, Kevin Godley, Laurence Neil Creme