Dumb All Over Lyrics by Frank Zappa

Dumb All Over Lyrics

    Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
    Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
    Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
    Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
    Steve vai (guitar)
    Tommy mars (keyboards)
    Arthur barrow (bass)
    Ed mann (percussion)
    David ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)
    Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals)
    Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
    David logeman (drums)
    Craig steward (harmonica)
    Jimmy carl black (vocals)
    Ahmet zappa (vocals)
    Moon zappa (vocals)

    Whoever we are
    Wherever we're from
    We shoulda noticed by now
    Our behavior is dumb
    And if our chances
    Expect to improve
    It's gonna take a lot more
    Than tryin' to remove
    The other race
    Or the other whatever
    From the face
    Of the planet altogether

    They call it the earth
    Which is a dumb kinda name
    But they named it right
    'cause we behave the same...
    We are dumb all over
    Dumb all over,
    Yes we are
    Dumb all over,
    Near 'n far
    Dumb all over,
    Black 'n white
    People, we is not wrapped tight

    Nurds on the left
    Nurds on the right
    Religous fanatics
    On the air every night
    Sayin' the bible
    Tells the story
    Makes the details
    Sound real gory
    'bout what to do
    If the geeks over there
    Don't believe in the book
    We got over here

    You can't run a race
    Without no feet
    'n pretty soon
    There won't be no street
    For dummies to jog on
    Or doggies to dog on
    Religous fanatics
    Can make it be all gone
    (i mean it won't blow up
    'n disappear
    It'll just look ugly
    For a thousand years...)

    You can't run a country
    By a book of religion
    Not by a heap
    Or a lump or a smidgeon
    Of foolish rules
    Of ancient date
    Designed to make
    You all feel great
    While you fold, spindle
    And mutilate
    Those unbelievers
    From a neighboring state

    To arms! to arms!
    Hooray! that's great
    Two legs ain't bad
    Unless there's a crate
    They ship the parts
    To mama in
    For souvenirs: two ears (get down!)
    Not his, not hers, (but what the hey?)
    The good book says:
    ("it gotta be that way!")
    But their book says:
    "revenge the crusades...
    With whips 'n chains
    'n hand grenades..."
    Two arms? two arms?
    Have another and another
    Our god says:
    "there ain't no other!"
    Our god says
    "it's all okay!"
    Our god says
    "this is the way!"

    It says in the book:
    "burn 'n destroy...
    'n repent, 'n redeem
    'n revenge, 'n deploy
    'n rumble thee forth
    To the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side
    'cause they don't go for what's in the book
    'n that makes 'em bad
    So verily we must choppeth them up
    And stompeth them down
    Or rent a nice french bomb
    To poof them out of existance
    While leaving their real estate just where we need it
    To use again
    For temples in which to praise our god
    ("cause he can really take care of business!")

    And when his humble tv servant
    With humble white hair
    And humble glasses
    And a nice brown suit
    And maybe a blond wife who takes phone calls
    Tells us our god says
    It's okay to do this stuff
    Then we gotta do it,
    'cause if we don't do it,
    We ain't gwine up to hebbin!
    (depending on which book you're using at the
    Time...can't use theirs... it don't work
    ...it's all lies...gotta use mine...)
    Ain't that right?
    That's what they say
    Every night...
    Every day...
    Hey, we can't really be dumb
    If we're just following god's orders
    Hey, let's get serious...
    God knows what he's doin'
    He wrote this book here
    An' the book says:
    He made us all to be just like him,"
    So...
    If we're dumb...
    Then god is dumb...
    (an' maybe even a little ugly on the side)

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