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

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
George (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom (bass)
Ruth (percussion)
Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don (synthesizer)
Fowler (trombone)
Walt (trumpet)
Napoleon Murphy (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals)
Ralph (drums)
Thompson (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 more than
hello, hey!
Alright!
me folks.

The name of song is Penguin in Bondage,
An' it's a song that ah, deals with the variations on
a basic which is... well,
You understand what a basic 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
department store or 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
procedure ah,
That I am circumlocuting at this present in order to get
text on television,
Is that ah, if you do something other than what you
thought you were do when you first took your clothes off
and you just happened to 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 like 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
her eight ounce wings

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

Flappin her eight wings, flappinumm

She's like a Penguin in Bondage, boy

Shake up the
ale
Tremblin' like a
When the battery

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

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

Howlin' over to
Antarcticulated

In the nite
With her flaps gone
Shriekin' as she spot the hoop the room

Lord, you know it must be a Penguin down
When you hear that screamin' and
ain't no other
Birds

She's just like a 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

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