Karaoké Happiness Is a Warm Gun The Beatles

She's not a girl who misses much

Do do do dn do do, oh yeah

She's well acquainted with a 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 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 'cos I'm going down

Down to the bits while I left uptown

I need a fix 'cos 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

Mother Superior jumped the gun

Happiness is a warm gun

Happiness is a warm gun, momma

When I hold you in my arms and I feel my finger on your trigger

I know nobody can do me no harm

Because is a warm gun

Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is

Happiness is a warm yes it is gun

Ooh, don't you know that happiness is a warm gun, mama