Luyện nghe bài hát Penguin in Bondage

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom (bass)
underwood (percussion)
Jeff (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don (synthesizer)
fowler (trombone)
Walt (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 little bit monitor.
hello, can't you turn up any more than that?
hello, hey!
Alright!
me folks.

The name of this song is in bondage,
An' it's a song ah, deals with the possible variations on
A theme which is...well,
You what a basic theme is.
And then the variations ah, manoeuvres that might be
Executed with the aid of ah, gratification
And devices might or might not be supplied in a local
Department store or perhaps a 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 present time in to get
This on television,
Is that ah, if you wanna do something other what you
Thought you were gonna do when you first took clothes off
And you just happened to have some around...
Then it's, not only okay to get into the
of it all but...hey!
What did he ready?

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

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

Just the mighty penguin
Flappin' her ounce wings

Lord, you it's all over
If she comes on the strut & wrap `em
All around yer

Flappin her ounce wings, flappinumm

She's just like a in bondage, boy

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

Lord, you must be her jumpin' through
A real fire
With some kleenex around a
wire

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

Howlin' over to
moon

In the frostbite
With her gone white
Shriekin' as she spot the across the room

Lord, you know it must be a penguin down
When you hear that screamin' and
There no other
Birds

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

Aw, you be careful
Not to her straps
Too

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