"Freakin' At The Freaker's Ball" lyrics - SHEL SILVERSTEIN

Well, there's gonna be a Freakers Ball
Yes, yes, tonight at the Freakers Hall
Yeah and you know that you're invited
One and all

C'mon babies... grease your lips...
Put on your hats, and swing your hips
Don't forget to bring your whips
We're goin' to the Freakers Ball

Blow your whistle... bang your gong
Roll up somethin' to take along
Feels so good... it must be wrong
Freakin' at the Freakers Ball

All the fags and dikes, they're boogyin' together
Leather freaks dressed in all kinds of leather
The greatest of the Sadists and the Masochists, too
Screamin' "Please hit me" and "I'll hit you"

F.B.I. dancin' with the junkies
All the Straights swingin' with the Funkies
'Cross the floor and up the wall
Freakin' at the Freakers Ball

Everybody is lovin' each other
Brother with sister... son with mother
Smear my body up with butter
And take me to the Freakers Ball

So pass that roach and pour the wine
I'll kiss yours and you'll kiss mine
I'm gonna boogie till I go blind
Freakin' at the Freakers Ball

Black ones, white ones, yellow and red ones
Necropheliacs 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 Freakers Ball, y'all
Freakin' at the Freakers Ball