Happiness is a Warm Gun

This is a cover of a song by The Beatle's.

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She's not a girl who misses much

Do, 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-coloured 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

Mother Superior, jump the gun

Mother Superior, jump the gun



Happiness is a warm gun

(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)

Happiness is a warm gun

(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)

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

(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)

Happiness is a warm gun



Happiness is a warm -

Yes, it is -

Gun...



(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)

Happiness is a warm gun...