Beatles - happiness is a warm gun

Shes not a girl who misses much

Do do do do do do do do

Shes 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 Im going down

Town to the bits that I left uptown

I need a fix cause Im going down

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

Happiness is a warm gun

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

-yes it is.