John Lennon - Serve Yourself lyrics

You say you found Jesus ( Christ.) He's the only one You say you found Buddha Sittin' in the sun You say you found Mohammed Facin' to the East You say you found Krishna Dancin' in the streets Well, there's somethin' missing in this God Almighty stew And it's your mother ( Your mother, don't forget your mother, lad.) You got to serve yourself Nobody gonna do it for you You got to serve yourself Nobody gonna do it for you Well, you may believe in devils And you may believe in lords ( But if you don't go out and serve yourself, lad. Ain't no room service here. Think of your poor old mom in the kitchen for Christssake.) It's still the same old story A bloody Holy War A fight for love and glory Ain't gonna study war no more A fight for God and country We're gonna set you free We'll put you back in the Stone Age If you won't be like me ( 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 Well, you may believe in devils And you may believe in lords ( But Christ, you're gonna have to serve yourself, and that's all there is to it. So get right back here, and it's in the bloody fridge. God, when I was a kid! Didn't have stuff like this, TV f**in' dinners and all that crap. You f**in' kids all the f**in' same! Want a f**in' 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 a** in the sun You say you found Mohammed Kneelin' on a bloody carpet facin' East You say you found Krishna With a bald head dancin' in the street ( Well, Christ, now you're going out, you're being heard.) You got to serve yourself Ain't nobody gonna do for you ( That's right, lad, you better get that straight through your f**in' head.) You got to serve yourself ( You know that better, who the hell 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 And you may 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 born you in the back bedroom, full of piss and sh** and f**in' midwives. God, you can't forget that all too quick, you know. You should have been in the bloody war, lad, and you would have known all about it. Well, I'll tell you something.) It's still the same old story A Holy bloody War ( You know, the Pope and all that stuff.) A fight for love and glory Ain't gonna study no war more war A fight for God and country ( The Queen and all that.) We're gonna set you free ( Yeah, well, sure.) We'll bomb you back into the f**in' Stone Age If you won't do like me ( You know, get 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!)