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 goes down they hit the streets in the bars to try and meet
Some other stranger to ease the pain
Of living alone till it drives them 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 & 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
Doesnt ever want to lose them in a fight
You never know what might go down tonight

Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks
Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks

Open the door & theres Suzanne, she eats her breakfast from the pan
She never even burns her tongue
And someday shed like to get hung up on a millionaire
She dont even care if he ain't got no hair
She says Long as he signs the checks
I figure what the heck, Ill get him a toupee What more can you say?