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Zappa Frank |
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You Are What You Is |
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Dumb All Over |
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Whoever we are |
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Wherever we're from |
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We shoulda noticed by now |
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Our behavior is dumb |
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And if our chances |
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Expect to improve |
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It's gonna take a lot more |
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Than tryin' to remove |
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The other race |
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Or the other whatever |
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>From the face |
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Of the planet altogether |
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They call it THE EARTH |
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Which is a dumb kinda name |
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But they named it right |
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'Cause we behave the same... |
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*We are dumb all over* |
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Dumb all over, |
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Yes we are |
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Dumb all over, |
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Near 'n far |
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Dumb all over, |
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Black 'n white |
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People, we is not wrapped tight |
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Nurds on the left |
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Nurds on the right |
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Religous fanatics |
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On the air every night |
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Sayin' the Bible |
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Tells the story |
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Makes the details |
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Sound real gory |
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'Bout what to do |
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If the geeks over there |
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Don't believe in the book |
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We got over here |
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You can't run a race |
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Without no feet |
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'N pretty soon |
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There won't be no street |
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For dummies to jog on |
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Or doggies to dog on |
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Religous fanatics |
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Can make it be all gone |
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(I mean it won't blow up |
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'N disappear |
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It'll just look ugly |
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For a thousand years...) |
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You can't run a country |
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By a book of religion |
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Not by a heap |
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Or a lump or a smidgeon |
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Of foolish rules |
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Of ancient date |
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Designed to make |
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You all feel great |
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While you fold, spindle |
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And mutilate |
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Those unbelievers |
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>From a neighboring state |
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TO ARMS! TO ARMS! |
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Hooray! That's great |
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Two legs ain't bad |
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Unless there's a crate |
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They ship the parts |
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To mama in |
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For souvenirs: two ears *(Get Down!)* |
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Not his, not hers, *(but what the hey?)* |
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The Good Book says: |
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*("It gotta be that way!")* |
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But their book says: |
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*"REVENGE THE CRUSADES... |
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With whips 'n chains |
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'N hand grenades..."* |
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TWO ARMS? TWO ARMS? |
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Have another and another |
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Our God says: |
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*"There ain't no other!"* |
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Our God says |
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*"It's all okay!"* |
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Our God says |
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*"This is the way!"* |
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It says in the book: |
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*"Burn 'n destroy...* |
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*'N repent, 'n redeem* |
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*'N revenge, 'n deploy* |
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*'N rumble thee forth* |
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*To the land of the unbelieving scum on |
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the other side* |
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*'Cause they don't go for what's in the |
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book* |
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*'N that makes 'em BAD* |
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*So verily we must choppeth them up* |
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*And stompeth them down* |
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*Or rent a nice French bomb* |
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*To poof them out of existance |
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*While leaving their real estate just where |
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we need it* |
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*To use again* |
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*For temples in which to praise |
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OUR GOD* |
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*("Cause he can really take care of |
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business!")* |
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And when his humble TV servant |
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With humble white hair |
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And humble glasses |
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And a nice brown suit |
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And maybe a blond wife who takes |
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phone calls |
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Tells us our God says |
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It's okay to do this stuff |
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Then we gotta do it, |
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'Cause if we don't do it, |
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We ain't gwine up to *hebbin!* |
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(Depending on which book you're using |
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at the |
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time...Can't use theirs... it don't work |
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...it's all lies...Gotta use mine...) |
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Ain't that right? |
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That's what they say |
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Every night... |
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Every day... |
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Hey, we can't really be dumb |
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If we're just following *God's Orders* |
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Hey, let's get serious... |
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God knows what he's doin' |
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He wrote this book here |
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An' the book says: |
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*He made us all to be just like Him," |
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so... |
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If we're dumb... |
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Then God is dumb... |
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*(An' maybe even a little ugly on the side)* |