Happiness is a warm gun - The Beatles

She's not a girl who misses much.
Do do do do do do, do do!
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 Nation Trust.
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down!
Down to the bits that I left up town!
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 is a warm gun!
When I hold you in my arms
and I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun!
Happiness is a warm gun!
Yes it is!
Happiness is a warm gun!
Yes it is!
Happiness is a warm gun!
Yes it is!
A warm gun!