And to hell with all of the others and would you not agree
That there are many others as insular as he? .
When you talk to him of poverty and hunger he shake his head and say
It’s not my fault if people are dying of hunger every day
It’s their own fault and theirs alone when of hunger they die
The three important to me mate are Me, Myself and I.
The I, Myself and Me syndrome seems to be in us all
And I know that it is in me in ways I am so small,
What do I do for hunger and World poverty?
Only the best of people beyond themselves can see.
At his local social and football club with his mates he drink beer
And us, ourselves, our kids and wives from them mostly you hear
And about their take home pay and their new car and about their football team,
The I, Myself and Me syndrome in most of us ‘twould seem.
The hardships others must endure we happily ignore
And we feel it’s not our problem if people suffer on a distant shore
And only truly great people beyond themselves can see
And I too suffer from the syndrome known as I, Myself and Me.