Lyrics:

Happiness Is A Warm Gun
happiness Is A Warm Gun


she's Not A Girl Who Misses Much
she's Not A Girl Who Misses Much


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


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 Wide Open
and The Hands Busy Working Overtime
a Soap Impression Of His Wife Which He Ate
and Donated To The National Trust


hey, I Need A Fix 'cause I'm 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 I'm Going Down
i Need A Fix Cause I'm Going Down
i Need A Fix Cause I'm Going Down
to The Bits That I Left Uptown


i Need A Fix Cause I'm Going Down, Uptown
need A Fix Cause I'm 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
[repeat Until End]