Frank Zappa

Lead guitar vocals

George Duke

Keyboards synthesizer vocals

Tom Fowler

Bass

Ruth Underwood

Percussion

Jeff Simmons

Rhythm guitar vocals

Don Preston

Synthesizer

Bruce Fowler

Trombone

Walt Fowler

Trumpet

Napoleon Murphy Brock

Tenor saxophone flute lead vocals

Ralph Humphrey

Drums

Chester Thompson

Drums

Debbie

Background vocals

Lynn

Background vocals

Robert Camarena

Background vocals

Thank you

Brian I could use a little bit more monitor

Hello hello can't you turn up any more than that

Hello hello hey

Alright

Pardon me folks

The name of this song is Penguin in Bondage

An' it's a song that ah deals with the possible variations on

A basic theme which is well

You understand what a basic theme is

And then the variations include ah manoeuvres that might be

Executed with the aid of ah extra-terrestrial gratification

And devices which might or might not be supplied in a local

Department store or perhaps a d**gstore 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 ah

That I am circumlocuting at this present time in order to get

This text on television

Is that ah 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 did he 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

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 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

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

Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh

She's just like a Penguin in Bondage boy

Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh

Rennenhenninnahenninneninahennn

Aw you must be careful

Not to leave her straps

TOO LOOSE

'Cause she just might box yer dog

She just might box yer doggie

An' leave you a dried-up dog biscuit