Happiness Is A Warm Gun (Remastered 2009) Lyrics

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
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun (Happiness, bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness, bang, bang, shoot, shoot)

When I hold you in my arms (Oooh, oh yeah)
And I feel my finger on your trigger (Oooh, oh yeah)
I know nobody can do me no harm (Oooh, oh yeah)
Because happiness is a warm gun
Mama (Happiness, bang, bang, shoot, shoot)

Happiness is a warm gun
Yes it is (Happiness, bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm, yes it is
Gun (Happiness, bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Well, don't you know that happiness is a
Warm gun, mama? (Happiness, is a warm gun yeah)