Penguin In Bondage (live / 12-9-73 / Show 1) Lyrics - Frank Zappa

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) 

George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) 

Tom Fowler (bass) 

Ruth Underwood (percussion) 

Jeff Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals) 

Don Preston (synthesizer) 

Bruce Fowler (trombone) 

Walt Fowler (trumpet) 

Napoleon Murphy Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals) 

Ralph Humphrey (drums) 

Chester Thompson (drums) 

Debbie (background vocals) 

Lynn (background vocals) 

Robert Camarena (background vocals) 

Thank you. 

Brian, I could use a little bit more monitor. 

Hello hello, can't you turn up any more than that? 

Hello hello, hey! 

Alright! 

Pardon me folks. 

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The name of this song is Penguin in Bondage, 

An' it's a song that ah, deals with the possible variations on 

a basic theme which is... well, 

You understand what a basic theme is. 

And then the variations include ah, manoeuvres that might be 

executed with the aid of ah, 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 ah, 

That I am circumlocuting at this present time in order to get 

this text on television, 

Is that ah, 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? 

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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 

Lord, you know it's all over 

If she comes 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 

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 

Lord, you know it must be a Penguin bound down 

When 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... 

Rennenhenninnahenninneninahennn 

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...