(Freakin’ At The) Freaker’s Ball Shel Silverstein

There's gonna be a Freaker's Ball yes yes tonight at the Freaker's Hall
Ha ha yeah and you know that you're invited one and all
C'mon baby grease your lips
Grab your hat, 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 somethin' to take along
It feels so good that it must be wrong
A-freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
All the fags and dikes they boogyin' together
Leather freaks're dressed in all kinds of leather
The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
Screamin' please hit me and I'll hit you
The FBI are dancin' with the junkies
All the straights are swingin' with the funkies
Cross the floor and up the wall
A-freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
Y'all
Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
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Hard hats and long hairs kissin' each other
Father 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 kiss mine
I'm a-gonna boogie till I go blind
A-freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
Oh the white freaks, black freaks, yellow and red ones
Necrophiliacs a lookin' for dead ones
Trickers, the slickers, they're gettin' their kicks
With the womans libbers and the sexist pigs
The plaster casters castin' their plasters
The masturbators baitin' the masters
Cross the floor and up the wall
A-freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
Y'all
A-freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
Y'all
A-freakin' at the Freaker's Ball