Do It Yourself

You gotta do it, you gotta do it, gotta do it all alone

No one else will do it for you

You're on your own

Do it

It may be love, or war, or moppin' up the floor, but just do it

Don't send a friend who's true to pitch your woo for you, or you'll rue it

Do it yourself

Don't fake it

If you're fake, you won't make it

Wait for your break and then take it

For time and tide, they wait

For no man, go, go, go, man, do it

To prove a point at hand, just look at old Miles Standish who blew it

He said to John Alden, "Will you go ask Priscilla to do it?"

Miles got the heave-ho

Man

Priscilla said, "Now that Miles is gone, speak for yourself, dear John"

He blew it, so do it, do it, do it yourself