She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah...)
Way over on the wet side of the bed
Just like the mighty Penguin
Flappin' her 8 ounce wings
(Bring the band on down behind me, boys)
Lord, you know it's all over
If she come at you on the strut
And wrap 'em all around your head
Flappin' her 8 ounce wings, flappin'
She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Shake up the pale dry ginger ale
Tremblin' like a penguin
When the battery fail
(You know when the battery goes out on the vibrator and everything)
Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin' through a hoop of real fire
With some Kleenex wrapped around the coat-hang wire
She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah...)
Howlin' over to some antarcticulated moon
In the frostbite night with her flaps gone white
Shriekin' as she spot the hoop across the room
(Good God, she spied the hoop again)
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
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah...)
She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah...)
Oh, you must be careful
Not to leave her straps too loose
'Cause she just might box yer dog
'Cause she just might box yer dog
And leave you a dried-up dog biscuit
The name of this song is "T'Mershi Duween: A Bongo Number."
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