Dance of the Freaks

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Dance of the Freaks  
Henry, Ramsey, 2 July 1964, #40A

It was cold and mist and rain in old Spokane
off the red light district of the coast,
where the whores got high off a good cocaine
and stood on the corners and boast.
Now there was Light-Haired Nell, French Estelle,
they was both three-quarter Kelsey to the bone,
there was little Lindy Flo, a red-headed who',
and Light-Fingered Peggy Malone.
Now Peggy Malone had a face of stone,
long fluffy lips and red scarlet cheeks.
The bitch told of the place where she reached her peaks,
none other than in the dance of the motherfucken freaks.

Say, on the wall was gay fancy trimmin'
and on the floor was belly-rubbin' women
and punks who ate shit from a spoon.
Say, there was asshole shellackers and shitpackers
and freaks who drunk blood from a menstruatin' womb.
Say at the party was a little French maid who had never been laid.
She shot a speedball toddy and fell out at the party,
woke up disgusted with her asshole busted,
full of slime and corrupted come.
Now the funk and shit woulda made Count Dracula sick,
but it's good the Count didn't show,
for the Wolf Man was in the kitchen, bitchin'
with a hundred zombie whores.
Say, he tickled and sucked them whores to death,
and turned around and survived them with his funky smellin' breath.
Say now, like Little Jack Homer, sittin' in the corner,
the mummy, he was beatin' his meat,
but he was so long and lanky, and so motherfucken stanky,
till they threw him in the streets.
Say, and it was just about time for the party to close
when the hinges went to flyin' off the motherfucken doors
and to everybody's surmise [sic]
there stood that big bad motherfucker they call Frankenstein.
He had a mismatched body with two left heels,
long dick hangin' out like a four-yard eel.
He said, "I'm raggedy 'n' rimey,"
said, "I wasn't invited but I'm down here,
and I'm so happy I could shout
that eleven dozen a you bad motherfuckers
couldn't put me out."
Say Frank grabbed a whore
and threw her to the shit-smellin' floor.
With her feet to the ceilin' the bitch start squealin',
but Frank kept one steady bolt.

And when it looked like the whore's eyes was
about to jump out the sockets,
that's when the come shot out like a white skyrocket.
And then Frank got up to make his self a toast
and found his self disgusted,
with his asshole busted,
and the Wolf Man was makin' for the door.
So the bitch say she been a lot of places
and heard a lot of men speak,
but the damndest place she'd ever been
was the dance of the motherfucken freaks.


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