John Lennon — Serve Yourself

[Verse 1] You say you found Jesus. Christ! He's the only one You say you've found Buddha Sittin' in the sun You say you found Mohammed Facin' to the East You say you found Krishna Dancin' in the street Well there's somethin' missing in this God Almighty stew And it's your mother (your mother, don't forget your mother, la) [Chorus] You got to serve yourself Nobody gonna do for you You gotta serve yourself Nobody gonna do for you Well you may believe in devils and you may believe in laws [Post-Chorus 1] But if you don't go out and serve yourself, la, ain't no room service here [Verse 2] It's still the same old story A bloody Holy War I fight for love and glory Ain't gonna study war no more I fight for God and country We're gonna set you free Or put you back in the Stone Age If you won't be like me - y'get it? [Chorus 2] You got to serve yourself Ain't nobody gonna do for you You got to serve yourself Ain't nobody gonna do for you Yeah you may believe in devils and you may believe in laws [Post-Chorus 2] 'But Christ, you're gonna have to serve yourself and that's all there is to it So get right back here it's in the bloody fridge. God, when I was a kid Didn't have stuff like this, TV-fuckin' dinners and all that crap You fuckin' kids (are) all the fuckin' same! Want a fuckin' car now... Lucky to have a pair of shoes!' [Verse 3 - Essentially the same as Verse 1, but more Spoken than songs] You tell me you found Jesus. Christ! Well that's great and he's the only one You say you just found Buddha? And he's sittin' on his arse in the sun? You say you found Mohammed? Kneeling on a bloody carpet facin' the East? You say you found Krishna With a bald head dancin' in the street? Well Christ, la, you're goin out your bleedin' girth' [Chorus 2 - Essentially the same as Chorus 1 but more spoken than sung] You got to serve yourself Ain't nobody gonna do for you ('that's right, la, you better get that straight in your fuckin' head') You gotta serve yourself ('you know that, who else is gonna do it for you It ain't me, kid, I tell you that') Well, you may believe in Jesus, and you may believe in Marx And you may believe in Marks and Spencer's and you maybe believe in bloody Woolworths But there's something missing in this whole bloody stew And it's your mother, your poor bloody mother ('she what bore you in the Back bedroom Full of piss and shit and fuckin' midwives. God, you can't Forget that all too quick, you know You should have been in the bloody War, la, and you'da known all about it Well, I'll tell you something.') [Verse 4 - again, Essentially the same as Verse 2, but more spoken than sung] It's still the same old story A Holy bloody War, you know, with the Pope and all that stuff I fight for love and glory Ain't gonna study no war, more war I fight for God and country, the Queen and all that We're gonna set you free. yeah? all them "nig-nogs"? sure... Bomb you back into the fuckin' Stone Age If you won't be like me, you know, get down on your knees and pray [Outro] Well there's somethin' missing in this God Almighty stew And it's your goddamn mother you dirty little git, now Get in there and wash yer ears!