She’s just like a penguin in bondage, boyyy…
(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, boyyy…
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, boyyy…
(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.

Penguin in Bondage by Frank Zappa

Notes

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