Monday, July 27, 2009

"Happiness Is a Warm Gun" Lyrics

by John Lennon and Paul McCartney

As Released by the Beatles (1968)

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 National Trust.

I need a fix 'cos I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix 'cos I'm going down.

Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun.

Happiness ((happiness)) is a warm gun
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness ((happiness)) is a warm gun, momma
((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, momma
((Bang, bang, shoot, shoot))
Happiness ((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, momma ((is a warm gun, yeah)).

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