Penguin in Bondage (12‐8‐73 / sound check / film shoot) Songtext
von Frank Zappa

She′s just like a penguin in bondage, boy
(Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh)
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

She's just like a penguin in bondage, boy

Shake up the pale, dry ginger ale

Tremblin′ like a penguin
When the battery fail

It's hard 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
(Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh)
Howling over to some antarcticulated moon

In the frostbite night
With her flaps gone white
Shriekin' as she spot the hoop across the room
Ooh, she spot the hoop

You know it must be a penguin bound down
If you hear that terrible screamin' and
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)

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

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