Frank (lead guitar, vocals) Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom (bass) Ruth (percussion) Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don (synthesizer) Bruce (trombone) Walt (trumpet) Napoleon Murphy Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, vocals) Ralph (drums) Thompson (drums) (background vocals) (background vocals) Robert (background vocals)
you. Brian, I use a little bit more monitor. hello, can't you turn up any more than that? hello, hey! Alright! me folks.
The of this song is Penguin in Bondage, An' it's a song ah, deals with the possible variations on a theme which is... well, You what a basic theme is. And then the variations include ah, manoeuvres 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 shops that advertise in the back-pages of the press. This song suggests to the suggestible listener the procedure ah, That I am 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 you first took your clothes off and you just happened to have some around... Then it's, not only okay to get into the of it all but... Hey! What did he Ready?
She's like a penguin 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 know all over If she atcha on the strut & wrap 'em all yer head
Flappin her eight ounce wings,
She's just a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Shake up the ale Tremblin' a Penguin the battery fail
Lord, you must be her jumpin' through a hoopa real With Kleenex wrapped around a coat-hang
She's just like a in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Howlin' to some Antarcticulated
In the nite With her flaps gone Shriekin' as she spot the hoop the room
Lord, you know it be a Penguin bound down you hear that terrible screamin' and there ain't no 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' you a dried-up dog biscuit...