Luyện nghe bài hát Penguin In Bondage (Live / 12-10-73 / Show 1)

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...