笨小笨Penguin in Bondage (Live)歌词由Frank Zappa&Captain Beefheart演唱，出自专辑《Providence College， Rhode Island， April 26th 1975 (Live)》，下面是《Penguin in Bondage (Live)》完整版歌词！
Penguin in Bondage (Live)歌词完整版
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
