Freaker's Ball

There's gonna be a Freaker's Ball, tonight at the Freaker's Hall. Everyone's invited one and all, so come on ladies grease your lips grab your hats and swing your hips and don't forget to bring your whips. I'll take you to the Freaker's Ball. Blow your whistle, bang your gong, roll up something to take along. It feels so good it must be wrong. Freaking at the Freaker's Ball. All the fags and the dikes are boogying together. 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 and all of the straights are swinging with the funkies across the dance floor and bouncing off the walls. We're all freaking at the Freaker's Ball. Hard hats and long hairs are kissing each other, mother with daughter, son with mother. Smear my body up with butter and take me to the Freaker's Ball. Pass that roach and pour the wine. I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine. I'm a gonna boogie till I go blind freaking at the Freaker's Ball.