Frank (lead guitar, vocals) George (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom (bass) Ruth (percussion) Jeff (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don (synthesizer) Bruce (trombone) Fowler (trumpet) Napoleon Murphy (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals) Ralph (drums) Thompson (drums) (background vocals) (background vocals) Robert (background vocals)
you. Brian, I could use a little bit monitor. Hello hello, you turn up any more than that? hello, hey! Alright! me folks.
The name of this song is in Bondage, An' it's a song that ah, deals the possible variations on a basic theme is... well, You understand a basic theme is. And then the variations include ah, that might be executed with the aid of ah, extra-terrestrial and devices which or might not be supplied 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 that the procedure ah, That I am circumlocuting at this time in order to get this on television, Is that ah, if you wanna do other than what you thought you were gonna do when you first took your 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 say?
She's just a penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Way on the wet side Of the bed (Knirps for moisture)
Just the mighty Penguin Flappin' her eight wings
Lord, you know 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
Shake up the ale Tremblin' like a the battery fail
Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin' a real fire With Kleenex wrapped around a wire
She's just a Penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Howlin' over to Antarcticulated
In the frostbite With her flaps gone Shriekin' as she spot the hoop the room
Lord, you know it must be a Penguin bound When you that terrible screamin' and ain't no other Birds
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 just box yer dog She might box yer doggie An' leave you a dog biscuit...