Penguin In Bondage - Live In New York City, 1984 - Alternate Version

Just like a penguin in bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh

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

Just like a penguin in bondage, boy

Ho ho ho
Ho ho ho
Ooh, you missed, oh, sorry
How 'bout the next contestant?

Shake up the pale, dry ginger ale

Trembling like a penguin
When the underpants fail

(Yeah, yeah)

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

Little penguin
A dirty little thing

Just like a penguin in bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh
Howlin' over to some antarcticulated moon

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

Say yo ho ho
Aw, one of them 12
See the hoop

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

She's just like a penguin in bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh
She's just like a penguin in bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh

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

To come and prance

'Cause she just might box your dog
'Cause she just might box your doggie
And leave you a dried up man with a dog biscuit, woah