Frank (lead guitar, vocals) Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom (bass) Ruth (percussion) Jeff (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don (synthesizer) Bruce (trombone) Fowler (trumpet) Napoleon Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals) Humphrey (drums) Chester (drums) (background vocals) (background vocals) Camarena (background vocals)
you. Brian, I could use a bit more monitor. Hello hello, can't you turn up any than that? hello, hey! Alright! me folks.
The name of this is Penguin in Bondage, An' it's a song that ah, deals with the 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 not be supplied in a local department store or a drugstore but at very least in one of fancy new shops that they advertise in the of the free press. This song suggests to the listener that the procedure ah, That I am circumlocuting at this present time in to get text 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 a penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Way over on the wet Of the bed (Knirps for moisture)
Just like the Penguin Flappin' her eight wings
Lord, you it's all over If she comes on the strut & wrap 'em all yer head
Flappin her ounce wings, flappinumm
She's just like a in Bondage, boy
up the pale-dry ale Tremblin' a Penguin When the battery
Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin' a hoopa real With some wrapped around a wire
She's like a Penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Howlin' over to Antarcticulated
In the frostbite With her gone white Shriekin' as she spot the hoop the room
Lord, you know it must be a Penguin down you hear that terrible screamin' and there ain't no Birds
just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... She's like a Penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Aw, you be careful Not to leave her TOO
'Cause she just box yer dog She might box yer doggie An' you a dried-up dog biscuit...