Penguin in Bondage (10‐21‐73) Songtext
von Frank Zappa

She′s just like a penguin in bondage, boy

Way over on the wet side of the bed

Just like the mighty penguin
Flappin' her eight ounce wings

Lord, 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′ ′em

Just like a penguin in bondage, boy

Shake up the pale, dry ginger ale

Trembling like a penguin
When the battery fail

Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin′ through a hoop of real fire
With some Kleenex wrapped around a coat hang wire

She's just like a penguin in bondage, boy

Howlin′ over to some antarcticulated moon


In the frostbite night
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
She′s just like a penguin in bondage, boy

Aw, you must be careful
Not to leave her straps too loose

Or she just might box your dog
′Cause she just might box your dog
And leave you a dried up dog biscuit


(No)
(Don't be late)
(I can′t do it)
(You can do it)
(You must do it)
(I will do it)
(I know you will do it)
(Okay, beginning of commercial three)
(Wait a minute, I hate you, you counted that time)
(I know, I didn't trust you)
(Okay, no counting this time)