| Happiness Is a Warm Gun She's not a girl who misses much do do do do do do doo, 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 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 gun, yes it is. written by John Lennon, Paul McCartney; original by The Beatles |