Freakin' At the Freakers' Ball

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, 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.