The Beatles — Happiness Is a Warm Gun Take 19

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 window pane Man in the crowd with the multicolored 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 Is anybody finding easier? It seems a little easier (yeah yeah) It's just no- no fun, but it's easier (easier and fun) All right, if you insist