Luyện nghe bài hát Penguin In Bondage (Live / 12-10-73 / Show 1)

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom (bass)
Ruth (percussion)
Jeff (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don (synthesizer)
Fowler (trombone)
Walt (trumpet)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, vocals)
Ralph (drums)
Thompson (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 than that?
hello, hey!
Alright!
me folks.

The name of this is Penguin in Bondage,
An' it's a that ah, deals with the possible variations on
a basic theme is... well,
You understand what a basic is.
And then the variations include ah, that might be
executed with the aid of ah, extra-terrestrial
and devices which might or might not be in a local
department store or a drugstore but at very least in
one of those fancy new that they advertise in the
back-pages of the press.
song suggests to the suggestible listener that the
ordinary ah,
That I am at this present time in order to get
this on television,
Is that ah, if you wanna do something than what you
thought you were gonna do when you first your clothes off
and you just happened to some DEVICES around...
Then it's, not only okay to get into the
of it all but... Hey!
What did he Ready?

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 the mighty Penguin
Flappin' her eight ounce

Lord, you it's all over
If she atcha on the strut & wrap 'em
all yer head

her eight ounce wings, flappinumm

She's just a Penguin in Bondage, boy

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

Lord, you must be havin' her through
a real fire
With some wrapped around a
wire

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

Howlin' over to
moon

In the frostbite
With her flaps gone
as she spot the hoop across the room

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

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

Aw, you must be
Not to her straps
TOO

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