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Dumb All Over




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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



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

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

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

Or 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 white hair

And a brown suit

And maybe a blond wife who takes phone calls

Tells us it’s okay to do this stuff

Then we’re supposed to 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’s all lies…

Gotta use mine…)

Ain’t that right?

That’s what they say

Every night…

Every day…

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 bit ugly on the side)



DUMB ALL OVER

A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE

DUMB ALL OVER

A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE

DUMB ALL OVER

A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE

DUMB ALL OVER

A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE




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