Frank (lead guitar, vocals) George (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) Chester (drums) (background vocals) (background vocals) Robert (background vocals)
you. Brian, I could use a little bit monitor. hello, can't you turn up any more than that? hello, hey! Alright! me folks.
The name of this is Penguin in Bondage, An' a song that ah, deals with the possible variations on a theme which is... well, You understand what a basic is. And then the include ah, manoeuvres that might be executed with the aid of ah, gratification and devices which might or might not be in a local store or perhaps a drugstore but at very least in one of those fancy new that they advertise in the back-pages of the press. This song suggests to the suggestible listener the ordinary ah, I am circumlocuting at this present time in order to get this on television, Is ah, if you wanna do something other than what you thought you gonna do when you first took your clothes off and you happened to have some DEVICES around... Then it's, it's not only okay to get the of it all but... Hey! What did he Ready?
She's just like a in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Way on the wet side Of the bed (Knirps for moisture)
Just like the Penguin her eight ounce wings
Lord, you it's all over If she atcha on the strut & wrap 'em all yer head
Flappin her eight ounce wings,
She's just like a in Bondage, boy
Shake up the ale Tremblin' a Penguin When the battery
Lord, you must be her jumpin' through a hoopa fire With some wrapped around a coat-hang
She's like a Penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Howlin' to some moon
In the nite With her flaps gone Shriekin' as she spot the across the room
Lord, you know it be a Penguin bound down When you hear that terrible and there no other around
She's like a Penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... She's just a Penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Aw, you must be Not to leave her TOO
'Cause she just box yer dog She just might box yer An' you a dried-up dog biscuit...