Penguin In Bondage Lyrics - Frank Zappa

hank you. (Brian, I could use a little bit more monitor). Hello hello (can't you turn it up any more than that?) Hello hello . . . Hey! Alright! Pardon me, folks. The name of this song is "Penguin in Bondage," an' it's a song that, uh, deals with the possible variations on a basic theme which is . . . well, you understand what the basic theme is. And then the variations include, uh, manoeuvres that might be executed with the aid of, uh, extra-terrestrial gratification and devices which might or might not be supplied in a local department store or perhaps a drugstore but at very least in one of those fancy new shops that they advertise in the back-pages of the free press. This song suggests to the suggestible listener that the ordinary procedure, uh, that I'm circumlocuting at this present time in order to get this text on television, is that, uh, if you wanna do something other than what you thought you were gonna do when you first took your clothes off and you just happened to have some DEVICES around . . . then it's, it's not only okay to get into the PARAPHERNALIA of it all but . . . hey! What did he say? Ready? 

She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy 

Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh . . . 

Rennenhenninnahenninnenninahennn 

Way over on the wet side 

Of the bed (Knirps for moisture) 

Just like the mighty Penguin 

Flappin' her eight ounce wings 

(The Penguin Flap) 

Lord, 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 

She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy 

Shake up the pale-dry 

Ginger ale 

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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 

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 

(Everytime she sees the hoop) 

You know it must be a Penguin bound down 

If you hear that terrible screamin' and there ain't no other 

Birds around 

Photos 

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 . . . 

Rennenhenninnahenninneninahennnn 

Aw, you must be careful 

Not to leave her straps 

TOO LOOSE 

'Cause she just might box yer dog 

She just might box yer doggie 

An' leave you a dried-up dog biscuit . . .