Serve Yourself - John Lennon

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)

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

But if you don’t go out and serve yourself, la, ain’t no room service here

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?

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

'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!'

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'

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.')

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

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!