Frank Zappa - Dumb All Over (YCDTOSA) lyrics

Hotel room mo-mo-mo-mom mo-mo-mom
Hotel room mo-mo-mo-mom mo-mo-mom
Ay ay ay ay ay!

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
Religious fanatics on the air every night
Sayin' the Bible tells the story
'N makes the details sound real gory
'Bout what to do if the geeks over there
Don't believe in the book you 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
Religious fanatics can make it be all gone
(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
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 GO HAWAI I AN!")

And when his humble TV servant
With a brown suit glasses
Maybe a blonde wife who takes phone calls
Tells us 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!
Ain't that right? It's right
I mean, seriously
This television evangelist stuff is
Dangerous business don't let 'em get ya
Anyway, listen we can't really be dumb
If we're just following God's Orders
After all He wrote this book here
An' in the book it 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)

DUMB ALL OVER a little ugly on the side
DUMB ALL OVER a little ugly on the side