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 were fromWe shoulda noticed by nowOur behavior is dumbAnd if our chancesExpect to improveIts 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 rightcause 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 gorybout what to doIf the geeks over thereDont believe in the bookWe got over hereYou cant run a raceWithout no feetn pretty soonThere wont be no streetFor dummies to jog onOr doggies to dog onReligous fanaticsCan make it be all gone(I mean it wont blow upn disappearItll just look uglyFor a thousand years...)You cant 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! thats greatTwo legs aint badUnless theres 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 chainsn hand grenades...Two arms? two arms?Have another and anotherOur God says:There aint no other!Our God saysIts all okay!Our God saysThis is the way!It says in the book:Burn n destroy...n repent, n redeemn revenge, n deployn rumble thee forthTo the land of the unbelieving scum on the other sidecause they dont go for whats in the bookn 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 saysIts okay to do this stuffThen we gotta do it,cause if we dont do it,We aint gwine up to hebbin!(depending on which book youre using at theTime...cant use theirs... it dont work...its all lies...gotta use mine...)Aint that right?Thats what they sayEvery night...Every day...Hey, we cant really be dumbIf were just following gods ordersHey, lets get serious...God knows what hes doinHe wrote this book hereAn the book says:He made us all to be just like him,So...If were dumb...Then God is dumb...(an maybe even a little ugly on the side)
