Happiness Is A Warm Gun Songtext / Lyric

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

Mother Superior jumped the gun

Mother Superior jumped the gun



Happiness (is a warm gun)

Bang Bang Shoot Shoot

Happiness (is a warm gun, momma)

Bang Bang Shoot Shoot



(When I hold you in my arms)

Oh, oh yeah!



And when I feel my finger on your trigger

Oh, oh yeah!



I know nobody can do me no harm

Oh, oh yeah!



Happiness (is a warm gun, momma)

Bang Bang Shoot Shoot



Happiness (is a warm gun)

Bang Bang Shoot Shoot



Yes it is, gun!

Happiness (is a warm gun)

Bang Bang Shoot Shoot



Happiness (is a warm gun)

is a warm gun, yeah!