Happiness Is A Warm Gun Lyrics

Happiness Is A Warm Gun

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 multi-colored 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

Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang
shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot)
When I
hold you in my arms (oh, yeah)
And I feel my finger on your trigger (oh,
yeah)
I know nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah)
Because, (happiness) is
a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
(bang bang shoot shoot)

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

Well don't you know that happiness (happiness) is
a warm gun, (is a warm gun, yeah).

1968 Northern Songs, Ltd.