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The Beatles - 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 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
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun.

Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang tchoo tchoo)
Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang tchoo tchoo)
When I hold you in my arms (oooh yeah!)
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know NOBODY can do me no harm
Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang tchoo tchoo)
Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang tchoo tchoo)
Happiness is warm, yes it is...
Guuuuuun!!
(Happiness... Bang bang tchoo tchoo)
But don't you know that happiness!! (Happiness...)
Is a warm gun!
(Is a warm gun, yeah!)