Happiness Is a Warm Gun (Take 19)

[Intro: John Lennon]

Right up, two, three, four

She's not a girl, who misses much

Do-n-do-do-do-do, oh yeah

Well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand

Like a lizard on a windowpane

Man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors on his hobnail boots

Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime

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

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

Superior jumped the gun

Happiness is a warm gun

Happiness, yeah, is a warm gun, momma

When I feel my finger on your 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, yes, yes, is a warm gun

Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun, oh yeah

I know, I know, I know, yeah yeah

Oh yeah

[Outro: John Lennon, George Harrison]

Is anybody finding it easier?

It seems a little easier

Yeah yeah

It's just no- no fun, but it's easier

Easier and fun

Oh alright, if you insist