Happiness is A Warm Gun

Happiness Is A Warm Gun
Happiness Is A Warm Gun

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do oh yeah
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do oh yeah

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

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 wide open 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

Happiness is a a warm gun
Happiness is a a warm gun
Happiness is a a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun

I need a fix cause I'm going down
Need a fix cause I'm going down
Need a fix cause I'm going down
To the bits that I left uptown

Need a fix cause I'm going down
Uptown
Need a fix cause I'm going down
Uptown

Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun