Spoken:
Well, there's gonna be a freaker's ball, (Ah-ha.)
Tonight at the freaker's hall.
And you know, you're invited one and all. (Uh-oh.)

Sung:
Come on, babies, grease your lips,
Grab your hats and swing your hips.
And don't forget to bring your whips,
We're goin' to the freaker's ball. (Yes.)

Blow your whistle, bang your gong.
Roll up somethin' 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 boogyin' together.
The leather freaks are 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 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.

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Hey, hello, oh, listen, Morris...
Yeah, it's nice to see ya.
Ba da doe doe doe.

Everybody's kissin' 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 till I go blind.
We're freakin' at the freaker's ball.

White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones.
Necrophiliacs lookin' for dead ones.
The greatest of the sadists, and the masochists too,
Screamin', "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.
(Were at a ball-all.)
We're freakin' at the freaker's ball.