Dumb All Over Lyrics - You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol. 1 - Frank Zappa

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) 

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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 

Photos 

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)