Freaker’s Ball (Live)
By Shel Silverstein
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
rmofle at satx.rr.com
8/15/2004

Capo 3

              D     
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

A--0-2-4--

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