She's 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
The swaggart flap
Don't 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'
Jim
She's just like a penguin in bondage, boy
Shake up the pale dry
Ginger ale
Tremblin' like a penguin
When the battery fail
Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin' through a hoop real fire
With some kleenex wrapped around a coat-hang wire
Fire
Little penguin
A dirty little bird
What?
She's 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
There it goes again, it's that hoop
You know it must be a penguin bound down
When you hear that terrible weepin' and
There go the evangelist 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
Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim
Aw, you must be careful
Not to leave those straps
Too loose
'Cause, she just might turn you in ('cause she just might turn you in)
'Cause, she just might turn you in ('cause she just might turn you in)
Yes sir
An' leave you sort of a dried-up, wizened little ministry
Bow wow
Raw
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