作词 : John Lennon

作曲 : John Lennon

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 ****in' dinners and all that crap. You ****in' kids all the ****in' same! Want a ****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 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, 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 ****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 shit and ****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 ****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!)（