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)
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...