Happiness Is A Warm Gun
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
Shes not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do oh yeah
Shes not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do 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
Shes 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 wide open 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 Im 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 Im going down
Need a fix cause Im going down
Need a fix cause Im going down
To the bits that I left uptown
Need a fix cause Im going down
Uptown
Need a fix cause Im 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
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun