HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN (By Lennon/McCartney, 1968. Sung by John).

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 '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

Happiness is a warm gun

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

happiness is a warm gun, yes it is

happpiness is a warm gun.