The Beatles - Happiness Is A Warm Gun lyrics

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<b>Happiness Is A Warm Gun</b> by <i>The Beatles</i><br />She's not a girl who misses much

Do do do do do do do, oh yeah

She's well 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 'cause I'm going down

Down to the bits that I left uptown

I need a fix cause I'm going down

Mother Superior jump the gun

Mother Superior jump the gun

Mother Superior jump the gun

Mother Superior jump the gun

Mother Superior jump the gun

Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang, shoot shoot)

Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang, shoot shoot)

When I hold you in my arms

And I feel my finger on your trigger

I know nobody can do me no harm

Because (happiness) happiness is a warm gun (bang bang, shoot shoot)

Happiness is a warm gun

Yes it is

Happiness is a warm yes it is...gun....