Freakin' At The Freaker's Ball

(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

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.