Happiness is a Warm Gun Lyrics

Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun
She's not a girl who misses much Du du du du, oh yeah She's not a girl who misses much Du du du du, oh yeah
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
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 multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes wide open And the hands busy working overtime A soap impression of his wife which he ate And donated to the national trust
Hey, I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Happiness is a, a warm gun Happiness is a, a warm gun Happiness is a, a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down I need a fix 'cause I'm going down I need a fix 'cause I'm going down To the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down, uptown I need a fix 'cause I'm going down, uptown
Happiness is a, a warm gun Happiness is a, a warm gun Happiness is a, a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun ...