[Chorus]
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, to break your legs in two,
It'll stop you feeling lonely, but leave you black and blue.
[Verse]
When you had your fill of CS gas, behind the barricade,
And served your time with half bricks, you've learned a brand new trade,
Aye, your fighting for your freedom, the Dignity of Man,
Look out for rubber bullets, its the Army's latest plan.
[Chorus]
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, to break your legs in two,
It'll stop you feeling lonely, but leave you black and blue.
[Verse]
And if your army's going hungry, curfew needn't break your heart,
The Army's solved your problem, you can bake a rubber tart,
When you're under house arrest and your nerves are getting frayed,
The prescription's 'rubber bullets fired from underneath the bed.'
[Chorus]
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, to break your legs in two,
It'll stop you feeling lonely, but leave you black and blue.
[Verse]
Aye, don't forget the highway code when crossing of the street,
A bullet doing ninety could leave you obsolete,
Aye, and watch when stepping off the curb, I'm being quite sincere,
A bullet in the proper place could leave you feeling queer.
[Chorus]
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, to break your legs in two,
It'll stop you feeling lonely, but leave you black and blue.
[Verse]
And when a soldier says he loves you, behind the barricade,
Look out for rubber bullets aye and grab his red cockade,
Cause the bullets meant to stun you, but be careful how you bend,
If it breaks a leg or two, the Army's sure to comprahend.
[Chorus]
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, to break your legs in two,
It'll stop you feeling lonely, but leave you black and blue.