Freakin' At the Freakers' Ball

Well, there's gonna be a freaker's ball

Tonight at the freaker's hall

And you know you're invited, one and all

Uh-oh

Come on, babies, 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, bang your gong

Roll up something to take along

It feels so good, it must be wrong

We're freaking at the freaker's ball

Well, all the fags and the dykes, they're boogying 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 dancing with the junkies

All the straights are swinging with the funkies

Across the floor and up the wall

We're freaking at the freaker's ball, y'all

We're freaking at the freaker's ball

Hey, hello

Oh, this is marvelous, yeah, it's nice to see you

Everybody is kissing each other

Brother with sister, son with mother

Smear my body up with butter

Take me to the freaker's ball

Pass that roach, please, and pour the wine

I'll kiss yours if you kiss mine

I'm gonna boogie 'til I go blind

We're freaking 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 falling in batches

Pyromaniacs striking matches

I'm gonna itch me where it scratches

Freaking at the freaker's ball, y'all

We're freaking at the freaker's ball

We're out of my hall

We're freaking at the freaker's ball, yeah!