Luyện nghe bài hát Penguin in Bondage

hank you. (Brian, I could use a little bit more monitor). Hello hello (can't you turn it up any more than that?) Hello hello . . . Hey! Alright! Pardon me, folks. The name of this song is "Penguin in Bondage," an' it's a song that, uh, deals with the possible variations on a basic theme which is . . . well, you what the basic theme is. And then the variations include, uh, manoeuvres that might be executed with the aid of, uh, extra-terrestrial gratification and devices which might or might not be supplied in a local department store or perhaps a drugstore but at very least in one of those fancy new shops that they advertise in the back-pages of the free press. This song suggests to the suggestible listener that the ordinary procedure, uh, that I'm circumlocuting at this present time in order to get this text on television, is that, uh, if you wanna do something other than what you thought you were gonna do when you first took your clothes off and you just happened to have some DEVICES around . . . then it's, it's not only okay to get into the PARAPHERNALIA of it all but . . . hey! What did he say? 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)

like the mighty Penguin
Flappin' her ounce wings
(The Flap)

Lord, you know all over
If she come atcha on the strut & wrap 'em all around yer
Flappin' her eight ounce wings,

She's just like a in Bondage, boy

Shake up the
ale

Tremblin' like a
the battery fail

Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin' through a hoopa real
With some Kleenex wrapped a coat-hang wire

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

Howlin' over to
Antarcticulated

In the nite
With her flaps white
Shriekin' as she spot the hoop across the
(Everytime she the hoop)

You know it be a Penguin bound down
If you hear that screamin' and there ain't no other
around

She's just a Penguin 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 just box yer doggie
An' you a dried-up dog biscuit . . .