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 areWherever we're fromWe shoulda noticed by nowOur behavior is dumbAnd if our chancesExpect to improveIt's gonna take a lot moreThan tryin' to removeThe other raceOr the other whateverFrom the faceOf the planet altogetherThey call it the earthWhich is a dumb kinda nameBut they named it right'cause we behave the same...We are dumb all overDumb all over,Yes we areDumb all over,Near 'n farDumb all over,Black 'n whitePeople, we is not wrapped tightNurds on the leftNurds on the rightReligous fanaticsOn the air every nightSayin' the bibleTells the storyMakes the detailsSound real gory'bout what to doIf the geeks over thereDon't believe in the bookWe got over hereYou can't run a raceWithout no feet'n pretty soonThere won't be no streetFor dummies to jog onOr doggies to dog onReligous fanaticsCan make it be all gone(I mean it won't blow up'n disappearIt'll just look uglyFor a thousand years...)You can't run a countryBy a book of religionNot by a heapOr a lump or a smidgeonOf foolish rulesOf ancient dateDesigned to makeYou all feel greatWhile you fold, spindleAnd mutilateThose unbelieversFrom a neighboring stateTo arms! to arms!Hooray! that's greatTwo legs ain't badUnless there's a crateThey ship the partsTo mama inFor 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 anotherOur God says:There ain't no other!Our God saysIt's all okay!Our God saysThis is the way!It says in the book:Burn 'n destroy...'n repent, 'n redeem'n revenge, 'n deploy'n rumble thee forthTo 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 badSo verily we must choppeth them upAnd stompeth them downOr rent a nice french bombTo poof them out of existanceWhile leaving their real estate just where we need itTo use againFor temples in which to praise our god(cause he can really take care of business!)And when his humble tv servantWith humble white hairAnd humble glassesAnd a nice brown suitAnd maybe a blond wife who takes phone callsTells us our God saysIt's okay to do this stuffThen 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 theTime...can't use theirs... it don't's all lies...gotta use mine...)Ain't that right? That's what they sayEvery night...Every day...Hey, we can't really be dumbIf we're just following god's ordersHey, let's get serious...God knows what he's doin'He wrote this book hereAn' 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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