Happiness Is A Warm Gun Lyrics

Happiness Is A Warm Gun lyrics

She's not a girl who misses much
Do-do-do, oh yeah

She's well
acquainted
With the touch of a velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window
pane

Man in the crowd
With the multicoloured mirrors
On his
hobnail boots

Lying with his eyes
While his hands are busy
Working
overtime

The sole confession of his wife
Which he ate and donated to
the
National Trust

I need a fix cause I'm going down
Down to the
abyss that I've left up town
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
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a
warm gun
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)


Some guy: Josephine, do you
think you are going bald?
Josephine: No. You've asked me that before and the
answer was no then.