Frank Zappa — Penguin In Bondage Halloween 73- October 20th

She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy 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 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 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 She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy 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 dog An' leave you a dried-up dog biscuit . . Ruth: The gong! FZ: Don't be late Ruth: I can't do it! FZ: You can do it Ruth: Ha ha ha ha ha! FZ: You must do it Ruth: I will do it FZ: I know you will. Okay, beginning of "T'Mershi Duween." Ruth: Wait a minute. I hate— You counted last time FZ: I know [...] Ruth: But you still be [...]. Ha ha ha! FZ: Okay. Who's counting this time?