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
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 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.