Freakin' at the freakers ball
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Intro. There's gonna be a freaker’s ball tonight at the Freaker’s Hall
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and you know you’re invited one and all.
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1. Come on ladies, grease your lips. Grab your hats and swing your hips.
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Don't forget to bring your whips. We're going to the freaker's ball.
2. Blow your whistle and bang your gong. We all have something to take along.
It feels so good, it must be wrong. We're freakin' at the freaker's ball.
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Brid. Well, all the fags and the dykes they’re boggieing together.
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The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather.
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The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
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screamin':"Please hit me, and I'll hit you!"
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The FBI is dancing with the junkies.
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All the straights, swinging with the funkies
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across the floor and up the wall.
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We're freakin' at the freaker's ball, yeah!
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We're freakin' at the freaker's ball.
3. 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.
4. Pass that roach, please. Pour the wine. I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine.
I'm gonna boogie till I’m cold blind. We're freakin' at the freaker's ball.
Brid. 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 badges.
Pyromaniacs strikin' matches.
I'm gonna itch me where it scratches.
Freakin' at the freaker's ball, yeah!
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We're freakin' at the freaker's ball, bidobidoba.
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We're freakin' at the freaker's ball.