Luyện nghe bài hát Penguin In Bondage (Live / 12-10-73 / Show 2)

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 up any more than that?
hello, hey!
Alright!
me folks.

The name of song is Penguin in Bondage,
An' it's a song that ah, with the possible variations on
a theme which is... well,
You understand a basic theme is.
And then the include ah, manoeuvres that might be
executed with the aid of ah, extra-terrestrial
and devices which might or might not be supplied in a
department store or 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
procedure ah,
That I am circumlocuting at this time in order to get
text on television,
Is ah, if you wanna do something other than what 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?

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 ounce

Lord, you it's all over
If she comes atcha on the & wrap 'em
all yer head

Flappin her ounce wings, flappinumm

just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy

Shake up the
ale
Tremblin' like a
the battery fail

Lord, you must be havin' her through
a real fire
With some Kleenex around a
wire

She's just a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh...

Howlin' to some
Antarcticulated

In the frostbite
her flaps gone white
Shriekin' as she spot the hoop across the

Lord, you know it must be a Penguin down
you hear that terrible screamin' and
there ain't no
around

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 be careful
Not to her straps
TOO

she just might box yer dog
She just box yer doggie
An' you a dried-up dog biscuit...