Frank (lead guitar, vocals) Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom (bass) Ruth (percussion) Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don (synthesizer) Bruce (trombone) Fowler (trumpet) Napoleon Murphy Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, vocals) Humphrey (drums) Chester (drums) (background vocals) (background vocals) Robert (background vocals)
you. Brian, I could use a little bit monitor. Hello hello, you turn up any more than that? hello, hey! Alright! me folks.
The name of song is Penguin in Bondage, An' it's a song ah, deals with the possible variations on a basic theme is... well, You understand what a theme is. And then the variations ah, manoeuvres that might be with the aid of ah, extra-terrestrial gratification and devices which or might not be supplied in a local department store or perhaps a drugstore but at least in one of those fancy new shops that they in the back-pages of the press. This suggests to the suggestible listener that the ordinary ah, I am circumlocuting at this present time in order 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 your off and you just to have some DEVICES around... Then it's, it's not only 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 on the wet side Of the bed (Knirps for moisture)
Just the mighty Penguin Flappin' her eight ounce
Lord, you know all over If she comes atcha on the & wrap 'em all around yer
Flappin her ounce wings, flappinumm
just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Shake up the ale Tremblin' like a When the fail
Lord, you must be her jumpin' through a hoopa fire With some Kleenex wrapped a coat-hang
She's just a Penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Howlin' to some Antarcticulated
In the nite her flaps gone white Shriekin' as she spot the hoop the room
Lord, you know it be a Penguin bound down When you hear that terrible and there 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 her straps TOO
'Cause she might box yer dog She just might box yer An' you a dried-up dog biscuit...