Warm Gun

Audrey613 Colours & Happiness
is a Warm Gun - The Beatles Lyrics

She's not a girl who misses much

Do do do do do do- oh yea!

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 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 '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



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 happiness is a warm gun, momma

Happiness is a warm gun

-Yes it is.

Happiness is a warm, yes it is...

Gun!

Well don't ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma?