March 17, 2004
Well there's gonna be a freakers ball
Tonight at the freakers hall
And you know, you're invited one and allCome on babies grease your lips
Grab your hats and swing your hips
Don't forget to bring your whips
We're going to the freakers ballBlow 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 freakers ballWhere all the fags and the dykes they're boogyin' 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 are dancing with the junkies
All the straights, are swinging with the fogies
Across the floor and up the wall
We're freakin at the freakers ball
Y'all, we're freakin at the freakers ballEverybody's kissing each other
Brother with sister, son with mother
Smear my body up with butter
Take me to the freakers ballPass that roach please and pour the wine
I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine
I'm gonna boogie till i go blind
We're freakin at the freakers ballWhite 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
Freakin' at the freakers ball.-- Dr. Hook
The inmates have taken over Bloviating Inanities!
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