(Shel Silverstein)
Well there`s gonna be a freaker`s ball (ha ha)
Tonight at the Freaker`s Hall
And you know you`re invited one and all
Uh oh
Come on baby`s grease your lips
Grab your hats and swing your hips
And don`t forget to bring your whips
We`re going to the freaker`s ball (yes)
Blow your whistle, and bang your gong
Roll up something to take along
It feels so good, it must be wrong
We`re freakin` at the freaker`s ball
Well all the fags and the dykes they`re boogie-in` together
The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather
The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
Screaming please hit me and I`ll hit you
The FBI is dancin` with the junkies
All the straights, swingin` with the funkies
Across the floor and up the wall
We`re freakin` at the freaker`s ball, y`all
We`re freakin` at the freaker`s ball
Everybody`s kissing each other
Brother with sister, son with mother
Smear my body up with butter
And take me to the freaker`s ball
Pass that roach please, and pour the wine
I`ll kiss yours if you`ll kiss mine
I`m gonna boogie `til I`m cold blind
Freakin` at the freaker`s ball
White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones
Necrophiliacs looking for dead ones
The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
Screaming please hit me and I`ll hit you
Everybody ballin` in batches
Pyromaniacs strikin` matches
I`m gonna itch me where it scratches
Freakin` at the freaker`s ball, y`all
We`re freakin` at the freaker`s ball
We`re at a ball
We`re freakin` at the freaker`s ball
(c) 1973 Tro-Essex Music Ltd.