Freakin' At The Freaker's Ball Lyrics - Dr. Hook

(Shel Silverstein) 

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's 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 

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 

(c) 1973 Tro-Essex Music Ltd.