The Mardi Gras Song (by Road Chick, Ariel, Mist, and Michael)

Twas the night before Mardi Gras

And all through the 'net

The freaks were all stirring

Not one was in bed

The whips were all hung

By the sawhorse with care

With hopes that freaks

Would soon gather there

The subbies were grouped

And decked out in latex

With hopes for new flogs

And a hot dominatrix

The girls were a'waiting

with painted on lips

to make the boys squirm

and grind their hips

The knees were sturdy

the garters snapped right

'cause the girls knew

there'd be many bj's tonight

I couldn't decide on the right flog

to go with my shoes

I need matching knee pads

I don't want to bruise

The Handcuffs were trimmed

With red satin sashes,

The subs were all kneeling

Awaiting their lashes

The sex swings were hung

From the Ceilings with Care

In hopes that their Trannies

Soon would be there

The lotions were scattered

'cross the floor with abandon

Lime Lemon and Cherry,

Orange Musk all at random

Credits to Road Chick for starting this psychobabble freakfest song in the first place.