Whatcha Gonna Do?

On our way home from a band contest last night, we passed the prison. Our granddaughter, Toots, informed us that her daddy watches the bad boys there. And the bad boys get to go outside to play in the backyard. She then began singing "Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do..." over and over and over again. Upon entering our city, we saw a driver pulled over by the local law establishment. Toots commented that there was another bad boy the cops got, and her daddy would be watching him.