Frank (lead guitar, vocals) Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom (bass) Ruth (percussion) Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don (synthesizer) Bruce (trombone) Walt (trumpet) Napoleon Murphy (tenor saxophone, flute, lead 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 song is in Bondage, An' it's a song that ah, deals with the possible on a basic which is... well, You understand what a theme is. And then the variations ah, manoeuvres that might be executed the aid of ah, extra-terrestrial gratification and which might or might not be supplied in a local department store or perhaps a drugstore but at very in one of those fancy new shops that advertise in the back-pages of the press. This song suggests to the listener that the ordinary ah, That I am at this present time in order to get text on television, Is that ah, if you wanna do other than what you thought you were gonna do you first took your clothes off and you just happened to some DEVICES around... Then it's, it's not 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 like the mighty her eight ounce wings
Lord, you know all over If she comes atcha on the strut & 'em all around yer
Flappin her eight ounce wings,
She's like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Shake up the ale Tremblin' a Penguin the battery fail
Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin' a real fire With Kleenex wrapped around a wire
She's just like a in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Howlin' over to Antarcticulated
In the frostbite her flaps gone white Shriekin' as she spot the hoop across the
Lord, you it must be a Penguin bound down you hear that terrible screamin' and there no other around
She's just like a 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...