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 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 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...