Penguin In Bondage (Live In Chicago, 10/31/1973, Show 1)

She's just like a penguin in bondage, boy

Way over on the wet side of the bed

Just like the mighty penguin
Flappin' her eight ounce wings

Lord, you know it's all over
If she come at you on the strut
And wrap 'em all around your head
Flappin' her eight ounce wings
Flappin' 'em

She's just like a penguin in bondage, boy

Shake up the pale, dry ginger ale

Trembling like a penguin
When the battery fail

(You know it's a crying scene when the battery fails)

Well, you must be havin' her jumpin' through a hoop of real fire
With some Kleenex wrapped around a coat hang wire

She's just like a penguin in bondage, boy

Howlin' over to some antarcticulated moon

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

(Now what is he gonna do with that hoop?)

You know, it must be a penguin bound down
If you hear that terrible screamin' and there ain't no other birds around

She's just like a penguin in bondage, boy

She's just like a penguin in bondage, boy

Aw, you must be careful
Not to leave her straps too loose

'Cause she just might box your dog
'Cause she just might box your dog
And leave you a dried up dog biscuit