Frank (lead guitar, vocals) George (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom (bass) Underwood (percussion) Jeff (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don (synthesizer) Bruce (trombone) Walt (trumpet) Napoleon Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals) Humphrey (drums) Chester (drums) (background vocals) (background vocals) Robert (background vocals)
you. Brian, I use a little bit more monitor. Hello hello, can't you turn up any than that? hello, hey! Alright! me folks.
The of this song is Penguin in Bondage, An' it's a song that ah, deals with the variations on a basic theme is... well, You understand what a theme is. And then the variations include ah, manoeuvres might be executed with the aid of ah, extra-terrestrial and devices which might or might not be in a local department or perhaps a drugstore but at very least in one of those new shops that they advertise in the of the free press. This suggests to the suggestible listener that the ordinary ah, That I am circumlocuting at this present in order to get text on television, Is that ah, if you wanna do something other than you thought you were gonna do when you took your clothes off and you just happened to have DEVICES around... Then it's, it's not only to get into the of it all but... Hey! What did he Ready?
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 ounce wings
Lord, you it's all over If she comes atcha on the & wrap 'em all around yer
Flappin her eight wings, flappinumm
just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Shake up the ale Tremblin' a Penguin the battery fail
Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin' a real fire With some Kleenex wrapped a coat-hang
She's just 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 bound When you hear that terrible and there no other around
She's just like a in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Aw, you must be Not to her straps TOO
'Cause she might box yer dog She might box yer doggie An' you a dried-up dog biscuit...