Lyrics:

(LennonMcCartney) She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do do do, oh yeah 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 Down I need a fix cos I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix cos I'm going down Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun 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 bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot) When I hold you in my arms (Oo-oo oh yeah) And I feel my finger on your trigger (Oo-oo oh yeah) I know no one can do me no harm (Oo-oo oh yeah) Because happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Well, don't you know happiness is a warm gun, mama? (Happiness is a warm gun, yeah)