Luyện nghe bài hát Penguin in Bondage

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom (bass)
Ruth (percussion)
Jeff (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don (synthesizer)
Bruce (trombone)
fowler (trumpet)
Napoleon brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals)
Ralph (drums)
Chester (drums)
(background vocals)
(background vocals)
Robert (background vocals)

you.
Brian, I could use a bit more monitor.
hello, can't you turn up any more than that?
hello, hey!
Alright!
me folks.

The of this song is penguin in bondage,
An' it's a song that ah, with the possible variations on
A basic theme is...well,
You what a basic theme is.
And then the variations include ah, that might be
Executed with the aid of ah, gratification
And devices which or might not be supplied in a local
Department store or perhaps a but at very least in
One of those fancy new shops they advertise in the
Back-pages of the press.
This song suggests to the suggestible that the
Ordinary ah,
That I am circumlocuting at this time in order to get
This on television,
Is that ah, if you wanna do other than what you
Thought you gonna do when you first took your clothes off
And you just happened to have some around...
Then it's, it's not okay to get into the
of it all but...hey!
What did he say?

She's just like a in bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh...

Way over on the wet
Of the bed (knirps for moisture)

Just like the penguin
her eight ounce wings

Lord, you know all over
If she comes on the strut & wrap `em
All yer head

Flappin her eight wings, flappinumm

She's just like a in bondage, boy

Shake up the
ale
Tremblin' a penguin
When the fail

Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin'
A real fire
With some kleenex around a
Coat-hang

She's just a penguin in bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh...

Howlin' to some
moon

In the nite
With her flaps gone
Shriekin' as she spot the hoop the room

Lord, you know it be a penguin bound down
When you hear that screamin' and
There ain't no
around

She's just like a in bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh...
She's just a penguin in bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh...

Aw, you must be
Not to leave her
Too

she just might box yer dog
She might box yer doggie
An' you a dried-up dog biscuit...