Frank (lead guitar, vocals) George (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom (bass) Ruth (percussion) Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don (synthesizer) Bruce (trombone) Walt (trumpet) Murphy Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals) Ralph (drums) Thompson (drums) (background vocals) (background vocals) Robert (background vocals)
you. Brian, I could use a bit more monitor. Hello hello, can't you up any more than that? hello, hey! Alright! me folks.
The name of this song is in Bondage, An' a song that ah, deals with the possible variations on a basic which is... well, You understand a basic theme is. And the variations include ah, manoeuvres that might be executed with the aid of ah, gratification and devices which might or might not be in a local department store or perhaps a but at very least in one of those fancy new shops they advertise in the of the free press. This suggests to the suggestible listener that the procedure ah, That I am circumlocuting at this present in order to get this on television, Is ah, if you wanna do something other than what you thought you were do when you first took your clothes off and you just happened to have some around... Then it's, it's not only to get into the of it all but... Hey! What did he say?
just 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 wings
Lord, you know it's all If she comes atcha on the strut & 'em all around yer
Flappin her eight wings, flappinumm
She's just a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Shake up the ale Tremblin' a Penguin When the fail
Lord, you must be havin' her through a real fire some 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 frostbite With her flaps gone Shriekin' as she spot the hoop the room
Lord, you know it must be a Penguin down you hear that terrible screamin' and there no other Birds
She's just a Penguin 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 might box yer doggie An' you a dried-up dog biscuit...