John Lennon - Paul McCartney

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 HOB NAIL 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.

DOWN.
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 bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN, MAMA,
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
WHEN I HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS
(Oo - oo oh yeah)
AND I FEEL MY FINGER ON YOUR TRIGGER,
(Oo - oo oh yeah)
I KNOW NOBODY CAN DO ME NO HARM
(Oo - oo oh yeah)
BECAUSE  . . .  IS A WARM GUN, MAMA,
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN, YES, IT IS,
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
HAPPINESS IS A WARM, YES, IT IS,
GUN -
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
WELL, DON'T YOU KNOW THAT HAPPINESS
IS A WARM GUN, MAMA?
(Happiness is a warm gun, yeah)


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