Luyện nghe bài hát Penguin In Bondage (Live / 12-9-73 / Show 1)

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom (bass)
Underwood (percussion)
Jeff (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don (synthesizer)
Fowler (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 up any more than that?
hello, hey!
Alright!
me folks.

The name of this is Penguin in Bondage,
An' it's a song that ah, with the possible variations on
a theme which is... well,
You understand what a theme is.
And the variations include ah, manoeuvres that might be
executed with the aid of ah, gratification
and devices which or might not be supplied in a local
department store or perhaps a drugstore but at very in
one of those fancy new shops they advertise in the
back-pages of the press.
This suggests to the suggestible listener 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 something other 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 like a penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh...

Way over on the wet
Of the bed (Knirps for moisture)

like the mighty Penguin
Flappin' her ounce wings

Lord, you it's all over
If she comes atcha on the strut & '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 must be havin' her jumpin'
a real fire
With some Kleenex around a
coat-hang

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

Howlin' to some
Antarcticulated

In the nite
With her flaps white
Shriekin' as she spot the hoop across the

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

She's 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 her straps
TOO

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