| Lyrics: | FZ: Thank you. (Brian, I could use a little bit more monitor). Hello hello (can't you turn it up any
more than that?) Hello hello . . . Hey! Alright! Pardon me, folks. The name of this song is "Penguin
in Bondage," an' it's a song that, uh, deals with the possible variations on a basic theme which is
. . . well, you understand what the basic theme is. And then the variations include, uh, manoeuvres
that might be executed with the aid of, uh, extra-terrestrial gratification and devices which might
or might not be supplied in a local department store or perhaps a drugstore but at very least in one
of those fancy new shops that they advertise in the back-pages of the free press. This song suggests
to the suggestible listener that the ordinary procedure, uh, that I'm circumlocuting at this present
time in order to get this text on television, is that, uh, if you wanna do something other than what
you thought you were gonna do when you first took your clothes off and you just happened to have
some DEVICES around . . . then it's, it's not only okay to get into the PARAPHERNALIA of it all but
. . . hey! What did he say? Ready?
She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah,
Oh yeah, Oh . . .
Rennenhenninnahenninnenninahennn
Way over on the wet side
Of the bed
(Knirps for moisture)
Just like the mighty Penguin
Flappin' her eight ounce
wings
(The Penguin Flap)
Lord, you know it's all over
If she come atcha on the
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