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 multi-colored 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 (bang bang shoot shoot) Happiness is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot) When I hold you in my arms (oh, yeah) And I feel my finger on your trigger (oh, yeah) I know nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah) Because, (happiness) is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot) Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (bang bang shoot shoot)  Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun Happiness (bang bang shoot shoot)  Well don't you know that happiness (happiness) is a warm gun, (is a warm gun, yeah).