Happiness Is A Warm Gun
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Performer(s): The Beatles;
and various other artists



She's not a girl, who misses much
Do roo roo roo roo, 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
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun - ahaa
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 is a warm
Happiness is a warm gun - Yes it is 
Happiness is a warm - Yes it is - gun
Happiness is a warm gun...