Happiness Is A Warm Gun

Lennon & McCartney

She's not a girl who misses much

Do do do do do do do do, oh yeah

She got acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand

Like a lizard on a window pane

The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors

On his hobnail boots

Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy

Working overtime

A soap impression of his wife which he ate

And donated to the National Trust

I need a fix cos I'm going down

Down to the bits that I left uptown

I need a fix cos I'm going down

Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun

Happiness is a warm gun, yeah.

When I hold you in my arms

And I feel my finger on your trigger

I know no one can do me no harm

Because happiness is a warm gun.

Happiness is a warm gun.

And happiness is a warm... yes it is... gun

Well, don't you know that happiness is

Bang, bang, shoot, shoot,

Bang, bang, shoot, shoot.

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Vocal and Guitar by Crag Jensen