Freakin' At the Freaker's Ball (Live 1974)

Well, well, well, there's-, oh shit
Well, there's gonna be a freaker's ball
Tonight at the freaker's hall
And you know you're invited one and all

Come on, babies grease your lips
Grab your hats, swing your hips
And don't forget to bring your whips
We're going to the freaker's ball (come on John)

Blow your whistle, 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
Hyping, "Please hit me and I'll hit you"

The FBI are dancin' with the junkies (woo)
All the straights swingin' with the funkies
Across the floor and up the wall
We're freakin' at the freaker's ball, y'all (come on, help me)
We're freakin' at the freaker's ball (hit that thing for me, John)

Everybody's kissing each other
Brother and sister, son and mother
Smear my body up with butter
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 gonna boogie 'til I'm cold blind
We're freakin' at the freaker's ball

Black ones, white 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, ball, ball, ball

We're freakin' at the freaker's ball, yeah
We're freakin' at the freaker's ball

No, no (oh)
You can all come, you're all invited
We just gotta get some place big enough to fit everybody
A cow pasture or something
(What do you wanna play, Tom?)
Is a song about frogs, we hope that you feel the same way
People at home wake up, wake up