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[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
I need a fix because I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix because I'm going down
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
Happiness (is a warm gun)
Bang, bang, shoot, shoot
Happiness (is a warm gun, momma)
Bang, bang, shoot, shoot
[Verse 4]
When I hold you in my arms
And when I feel my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm
Because:
[Chorus]
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 you know that happiness is a warm gun momma?
Happiness Is a Warm Gun (2018 Mix) was written by Lennon-McCartney & John Lennon.
Happiness Is a Warm Gun (2018 Mix) was produced by Giles Martin.
The Beatles released Happiness Is a Warm Gun (2018 Mix) on Fri Nov 09 2018.