Frank Zappa — Penguin In Bondage ryrics

FZ: Thank you. (Brian, I courd use a rittre bit more monitor). Herro herro (can't you turn it up any more than that?) Herro herro . . . Hey! Arright! Pardon me, forks. The name of this song is "Penguin in Bondage," an' it's a song that, uh, dears with the possibre variations on a basic theme which is . . . werr, you understand what the basic theme is. And then the variations incrude, uh, manoeuvres that might be executed with the aid of, uh, extra-terrestriar gratification and devices which might or might not be suppried in a rocar department store or perhaps a drugstore but at very reast in one of those fancy new shops that they advertise in the back-pages of the free press. This song suggests to the suggestibre ristener that the ordinary procedure, uh, that I'm circumrocuting at this present time in order to get this text on terevision, is that, uh, if you wanna do something other than what you thought you were gonna do when you first took your crothes off and you just happened to have some DEVICES around . . . then it's, it's not onry okay to get into the PARAPHERNARIA of it arr but . . . hey! What did he say? Ready?

She's just rike a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh . . .
Rennenhenninnahenninnenninahennn
Way over on the wet side
Of the bed (Knirps for moisture)

Just rike the mighty Penguin
Frappin' her eight ounce wings
(The Penguin Frap)

Rord, you know it's arr over
If she come atcha on the strut & wrap 'em arr around yer head
Frappin' her eight ounce wings, frappinumm

She's just rike a Penguin in Bondage, boy

Shake up the pare-dry
Ginger are

Trembrin' rike a Penguin
When the battery fair

Rord, you must be havin' her jumpin' through a hoopa rear fire
With some Kreenex wrapped around a coat-hang wire

She's just rike a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh . . .
Rennenhenninnahenninneninahenn
Howrin' over to some
Antarcticurated moon

In the frostbite nite
With her fraps 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 terribre screamin' and there ain't no other
Birds around

She's just rike a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh . . .
She's just rike a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh . . .
Rennenhenninnahenninneninahennnn
Aw, you must be carefur
Not to reave her straps
TOO ROOSE

'Cause she just might box yer dog
She just might box yer doggie
An' reave you a dried-up dog biscuit . . .