Freaker's Ball

Well, there?s gonna be a freaker?s ball Tonight, at the freaker?s hall And you know that you?re invited One and all, aw A--0-2-4-- C'mon babies, grease your lips Grab your hats, and swing your hips And don't forget to bring your whips We're goin' to the Freaker?s Ball Blow your whistle, bang your gong Roll up somethin' to take along It feels so good, it must be wrong We?re freakin' at the Freakers Ball Chorus: All the fags and dikes, they're boogyin' together The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather. The greatest of the sadists and the masochists, too, Screamin' "Please hit me" and "I'll hit you" The F.B.I. is dancin' with the junkies All the straights swingin' with the funkies Across the floor and up the wall A-freakin' at the Freakers Ball, ya?ll We?re freakin' at the Freakers Ball Everybody is kissin' each other Brother with sister, son with mother Smear my body up with butter, And take me to the ()Ball So pass that roach, please, and pour the wine I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine I'm gonna boogie til I go blind Freakin' at the Freakers Ball Chorus 2: White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones Necrophiliacs lookin' 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 all about freakin? at the Freaker?s Ball