Happiness Is A Warm Gun lyrics
Song information
Artist: The Beatles Album: Anthology 3
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 jumped the gun Mother superior jumped the gun Mother superior jumped the gun Mother superior jumped the gun
Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun, momma When I hold you in my arms And I feel my finger on your trigger I know nobody can do me no harm Because happiness is a warm gun, momma Happiness 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?
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"Anthology 3" album track list
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