Come on, baby, grease your lips, <br />Put on your hat, and shake your hips. <br />And don’t forget to bring your ships. <br />We’re goin’ to the Freakers Ball. <br />Shake your mojo, bang your gong, <br />Roll up somethin’ to take along. <br />Feels so good that it must be wrong <br />Freakin’ at the Freakers Ball. <br /> <br />All the fags and dykes, they’re boogyin’ together <br />Leather freaks all dressed in leather. <br />The greatest of the sadists and the masochists, too, <br />Screamin’ 'You hit me' and 'I’ll hit you'. <br />F.B.I. dancin’ with the junkies. <br />All the straights swingin’ with the funkies <br />’Cross the floor and up the wall. <br />Freakin’ at the Freakers Ball. <br /> <br />Hard hats and long hairs lovin’ each other. <br />Brother with sister, son with mother. <br />Smear my body up with butter. <br />Take me to the Freakers Ball. <br />So pass that roach, pour the wine. <br />I’ll kiss yours and you’ll kiss mine. <br />I’m gonna boogie til I go blind. <br />Freakin’ at the Freakers Ball.<br /><br />Sheldon Allan Silverstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freakin-at-the-freaker-s-ball/
