Happiness Is a Warm Gun lyrics

She's not a girl who

misses much

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

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've left up town

I need a fix cause I'm going down

Mother Superior jumped the gun

Mother Superior jumped the gun

Mother Superior jumped the gun

(BIS)

Happiness is a warm gun

( bang bang shoot shoot )

Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is

(bang bang shoot shoot)

When I hold you in my arms (oh yes)

When I feel my finger on your trigger (oh yes)

I know nobody can do me no harm

Because

happiness is a warm gun, momma

Happiness is a warm gun

-Yes it is.

Happiness is a warm, yes it is...

Gun!

Well don't ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma? (yeah)