Frank (lead guitar, vocals) George (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom (bass) Underwood (percussion) Jeff (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don (synthesizer) Bruce (trombone) Walt (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 bit more monitor. Hello hello, can't you turn up any more that? hello, hey! Alright! me folks.
The of this song is Penguin in Bondage, An' a song that ah, deals with the possible variations on a theme which is... well, You understand a basic theme is. And then the variations include ah, manoeuvres might be executed with the aid of ah, gratification and devices which might or not be supplied in a local department store or a drugstore but at very least in one of those fancy new shops that advertise in the of the free press. This song suggests to the listener that the ordinary ah, That I am circumlocuting at this time in order to get text on television, Is that ah, if you wanna do other than what you you were gonna do when you first took your clothes off and you just happened to have some around... it's, it's not only okay to get into the of it all but... Hey! What did he say?
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 like the Penguin her eight ounce wings
Lord, you know it's all If she comes on the strut & wrap 'em all around yer
Flappin her ounce wings, flappinumm
She's just like a in Bondage, boy
Shake up the ale Tremblin' like a When the battery
Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin' a real fire some Kleenex wrapped around a wire
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 the hoop across the room
Lord, you know it must be a Penguin bound When you hear terrible screamin' and there no other around
She's 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 leave her TOO
'Cause she might box yer dog She just might box yer An' leave you a dog biscuit...