"Out Come The Freaks" lyrics
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
When the sun comes down, they hit the streets
In the bars, they try to meet
Some other stranger to ease the pain
Of living alone 'til it drives 'em insane
The woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Yeah, the woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Like little Michael on his motorcycle
With leather pants and a leather brain
He ain't never been the same since Vietnam
Keeps his heart locked up in a vest
And his eyes inside his shoes
Doesn't ever want to lose them in a fight
Never know what might go down tonight
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Open the door and there's Suzanne
She eats her breakfast from the pan
She never even burns her tongue
And someday she'd like to get hung up on a millionaire
She don't even care
If he ain't got no hair
She says, "Long as he signs the checks
I figure what the heck
I'll get him a toupee"
What more can you say?
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks (Ha ha ha ha)
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Detroit Johnny don't wear no tie
'Cause he says it hurts his neck
He's got a chick from Ecuador tonight
She wants to talk about the moon
She says it used to be her friend
But the doctors put an end to all of that
"A part of me is lost for good
Do you really understand?"
"I do" says Johnny as he grabs her hand
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
When the sun comes down, they hit the streets
In the bars, they try to meet
Some other stranger to ease the pain
Of living alone 'til it drives 'em insane
The woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Yeah, the woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Like little Michael on his motorcycle
With leather pants and a leather brain
He ain't never been the same since Vietnam
Keeps his heart locked up in a vest
And his eyes inside his shoes
Doesn't ever want to lose them in a fight
Never know what might go down tonight
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Open the door and there's Suzanne
She eats her breakfast from the pan
She never even burns her tongue
And someday she'd like to get hung up on a millionaire
She don't even care
If he ain't got no hair
She says, "Long as he signs the checks
I figure what the heck
I'll get him a toupee"
What more can you say?
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks (Ha ha ha ha)
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Detroit Johnny don't wear no tie
'Cause he says it hurts his neck
He's got a chick from Ecuador tonight
She wants to talk about the moon
She says it used to be her friend
But the doctors put an end to all of that
"A part of me is lost for good
Do you really understand?"
"I do" says Johnny as he grabs her hand
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Out come the freaks
Writer(s): John Themis, Don Was, David Was, George Alan O'Dowd, Louise Neale
