Happiness Is A Warm Gun
She's not a girl whomisses muchDo-do-do-do-do, oh yeah
She's well acquaintedWith the touch of a velvet handLike a lizard on a window pane
Man in the crowdWith the multicoloured mirrorsOn his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyesWhile his hands are busyWorking overtime
The soap impression of his wifeWhich he ate and donatedto the National Trust
I need a fix cause I'm going downDown to the bits that I've left up townI need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jumped the gunMother Superior jumped the gunMother 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 harmBecausehappiness is a warm gun, mommaHappiness 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)