Luyện nghe bài hát Penguin in Bondage

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
George (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom (bass)
underwood (percussion)
Jeff (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don (synthesizer)
fowler (trombone)
Walt (trumpet)
Napoleon murphy (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals)
Ralph (drums)
Chester (drums)
(background vocals)
(background vocals)
Robert (background vocals)

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

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

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

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

Just like the mighty
her eight ounce wings

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

Flappin her ounce wings, flappinumm

She's just like a in bondage, boy

up the pale-dry
ale
Tremblin' a penguin
When the battery

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

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

Howlin' over to
moon

In the frostbite
With her flaps white
Shriekin' as she spot the hoop the room

Lord, you know it must be a bound down
When you hear that screamin' and
ain't no other
Birds

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

Aw, you be careful
Not to her straps
Too

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