She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh…
Rennenhenninnahenninnenninahennn
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 atcha on the strut & wrap 'em all around yer head
Flappin' her eight ounce wings, flappinumm

(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 hoopa 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…
Rennenhenninnahenninneninahenn
Howlin' over to some
Antarcticulated moon

In the frostbite nite
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 ain't no other
Evangelist around

(Jim!)

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
(Yessir!)
An' leave you sort of a dried-up, wizened little ministry…
BOW WOW
RAW!