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 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 song is in Bondage, An' it's a song that ah, deals 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 the aid of ah, extra-terrestrial gratification and which might or might not be supplied in a local store or perhaps a drugstore but at very least in one of those fancy new shops they advertise in the back-pages of the press. This song suggests to the suggestible listener the ordinary ah, That I am circumlocuting at present time in order to get this on television, Is that ah, if you do something other than what you thought you were gonna do when you first your clothes off and you just happened to have some around... Then it's, it's not only okay to get 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 atcha on the strut & wrap 'em all around yer
Flappin her eight wings, flappinumm
She's just a Penguin in Bondage, boy
up the pale-dry ale Tremblin' like a the battery fail
Lord, you be havin' her jumpin' through a hoopa real With some Kleenex around a coat-hang
She's just like a 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 must be a Penguin bound When you hear that terrible and there ain't no Birds
just like 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...