happiness is a warm gun

Beatles

She's not a girl who misses much
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 Nation 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

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 (oooh yeah!)
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know NOBODY can do me no harm
Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is warm, yes it is...
Guuuuuun!!
(Happiness... Bang bang shoot shoot)
But don't you know that happiness!! (Happiness...)
Is a warm gun!
(Is a warm gun, yeah!)