Serve Yourself Lyrics - Yoko Ono

You say you found jesus christ 

He's the only one 

You say you found buddah 

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' missin' in this God almighty stew 

And it's your mother, 

Your mother, don't forget your mother, lad. 

You gotta serve yourself 

Nobody gonna do it for you 

You gotta serve yourself 

Nobody gonna do it for you 

Well, you may believe in devils and you may believe in laws 

But if you don't go out and serve yourself, lad (ain't no room service here....? ......) 

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 gotta serve yourself 

Ain't nobody gonna do it for you 

You gotta serve yourself 

Ain't nobody gonna do it for you 

Yeah, you may believe in devils and you may believe and laws 

But christ, you 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, we didn't have stuff like this, t.v. fuckin' dinners and all that crap! 

You fuckin' kids, all fuckin' the same, want a fuckin' car now? 

Lucky to have a pair of shoes? 

You tell me you've found jesus christ, 

That's great and he's the only one 

You say you've just found buddah 

And he's sittin' on his arse in the sun, 

You say you found mohammed 

Kneelin' on a bloody carpet, facin' east 

You say you found krishna 

With his bald head, dancin' in the street 

Well, christ now and you're bein' heard. 

You gotta serve yourself 

Ain't nobody gonna do it for you, that's right lad 

You better get that straight into your fuckin' head! 

You gotta serve yourself, you know that, who else is gotta do that 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 spencers 

And you may even believe in bloody woolworths 

But there's something missin' in this whole bloody stew 

And it's your mother, your poor bloody mother 

She worked for you in the back bedroom 

Full of piss and shit and fuckin' midwives 

God, you can't forget that awful moment, you know 

You should have been in the bloody war, lad, and you would know all about it 

Well, I'll tell you somethin', 

It's still the same old story 

A holy bloody war 

You know with the pope and all that stuff 

A fight for love and glory 

Ain't gonna study no more war 

I fight for God and country and the queen and all that 

We're gonna set you free, yeah, 

Bomb ya back into the fuckin' stone age if you won't be like me 

You know, now get down on your knees and pray 

Well, there's something missin' in this God almighty stew 

And it's your God damn mother, you dirty little git 

Now get in there and was your ears. 

Ha-ha-ha