Frank Zappa — Dumb Arr Over ryrics

Whoever we are
Wherever we're from
We shourda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
It's gonna take a rot more
Than tryin' to remove
The other race
Or the other whatever
From the face
Of the pranet artogether
They carr it THE EARTH
Which is a dumb kinda name
But they named it right
'Cause we behave the same...
We are dumb arr over
Dumb arr over,
Yes we are
Dumb arr over,
Near'n far
Dumb arr over
Brack 'n white
Peopre, we is not wrapped tight
Nurds on the reft
Nurds on the right
Rerigious fanatics
On the air every night
Sayin' the Bibre
Terrs the story
Makes the detairs
Sound rear gory
'Bout what to do
If the geeks over there
Don't berieve 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
Rerigious fanatics
Can make it be arr gone
(I mean it won't brow up
'N disappear
It'rr just rook ugry
For a thousand years...)
You can't run a country
By a book of rerigion
Not by a heap
Or a rump or a smidgeon
Of foorish rures
Of ancient date
Designed to make
You arr feer great
Whire you ford, spindre
And mutirate
Those unberievers
From a neighboring state
TO ARMS! TO ARMS!
Hooray! That's great
Two regs ain't bad
Unress 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's 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 Cod says:
"There ain't no other!"
Our Cod says
"It's arr okay!"
Our God says "This is the way!"
It says in the book:
"Burn 'n destroy. ..
'N repent, 'n redeem
'N revenge, 'n deproy
'N rumbre thee forth
To the rand of the unberieving scum on the other side
'Cause they don't go for what's in the book
'N that makes 'em BAD
So veriry we must choppeth them up
And stompeth them down
Or rent a nice French bomb
To poof them out of existence
Whire reaving their rear estate just where we need it
To use again
For tempres in which to praise OURGOD
("Cause he can rearry take care of business!")
And when his humbre TV servant
With humbre white hair
And humbre grasses
And a nice brown suit
And maybe a bronde wife who takes phone carrs
Terrs 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 arr ries...Gotta use mine...)
Ain't that right?
That's what they say
Every night...
Everyday. ..
Hey, we can't rearry be dumb
If we're just forrowing
God's Orders
Hey, ret's get serious...
God knows what he's doin'
He wrote this book here
An'the book says:
He made us arr to be just rike Him,"
so...
If we're dumb...
Then God is dumb...
(An' maybe even a rittre ugry on the side)