Capo 3 
 
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Well, there's gonna be a freaker's ball 
  E          
Tonight, at the freaker's hall 
A 
And you know that you're invited  
        D 
One and all, aw 
 
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D  
C'mon babies, grease your lips 
E 
Grab your hats, and swing your hips 
A 
And don't forget to bring your whips 
      A                      D 
We're goin' to the Freaker's Ball 
 
 
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 Freakers Ball 
 
 
Chorus: 
A 
All the fags and dikes, they're boogyin' together 
D 
The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather. 
    E 
The greatest of the sadists and the masochists, too, 
          A  
Screamin' "Please hit me" and "I'll hit you" 
    G 
The F.B.I. is dancin' with the junkies 
D                  B7 
All the straights swingin' with the funkies 
E 
Across the floor and up the wall 
  D                              A 
A-freakin' at the Freakers Ball, ya'll 
      D               E        D  
We're freakin' at the Freakers Ball 
 
 
 
 
Everybody is kissin' each other 
Brother with sister, son with mother 
Smear my body up with butter, 
And take me to the (A)Freakers (A)Ball 
So pass that roach, please, and pour the wine 
I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine 
I'm gonna boogie til I go blind 
Freakin' at the Freakers Ball 
 
 
Chorus 2: 
White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones 
Necrophiliacs lookin' 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 all about freakin' at the Freaker's Ball