Frank Zappa — Penguin In Bondage Roxy by Proxy

She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh . . Way over on the wet side Of the bed Just like the mighty Penguin Flappin' her eight ounce wings (Bring the band on down behind me, boys!) 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 (You know when the battery goes out in the vibrator and everything?) 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 . . Howlin' over to some Antarcticulated moon In the frostbite nite With her flaps gone white Shriekin' as she spot the hoop across the room (Good God, she spot the hoop again) 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 . . 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 . . FZ: The name of this song is "T'Mershi Duween," a bongo number . .