"Penguin In Bondage" lyrics
Frank Zappa (The Mothers Of Invention) Lyrics
Thank you. Brian, I could use a little bit more monitor. Hello, hello. Can't you turn it up any more than that? Hello, hello. Hey!
All right
Pardon me, folks. The name of this song is "Penguin In Bondage," and it's a song that, uh, deals with the possible variations on a basic theme which is-well, you understand what the basic theme is-and then the variations include, uh, manoeuvres that might be executed with the aid of, uh, extraterrestrial 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, uh, that I'm circumlocuting at this present time in order to get this text on television, is that, uh, 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 do you say? Ready?
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
(The Penguin Flap)
Lord, you know it's all over
If she come atcha on the strut and 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
(Every time she sees the hoop)
You know it must be a Penguin bound down
If 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...
Rennenhenninnahenninneninahennnn
Aw, you must be careful
Not to leave her straps
Too loose
'Cause she just might box yer dog
'Cause she just might box yer doggie
An' leave you a dried-up dog biscuit...
All right
Pardon me, folks. The name of this song is "Penguin In Bondage," and it's a song that, uh, deals with the possible variations on a basic theme which is-well, you understand what the basic theme is-and then the variations include, uh, manoeuvres that might be executed with the aid of, uh, extraterrestrial 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, uh, that I'm circumlocuting at this present time in order to get this text on television, is that, uh, 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 do you say? Ready?
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
(The Penguin Flap)
Lord, you know it's all over
If she come atcha on the strut and 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
(Every time she sees the hoop)
You know it must be a Penguin bound down
If 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...
Rennenhenninnahenninneninahennnn
Aw, you must be careful
Not to leave her straps
Too loose
'Cause she just might box yer dog
'Cause she just might box yer doggie
An' leave you a dried-up dog biscuit...
