Letra de Happiness Is A Warm Gun

She's not a girl who misses much
Do-do-do-do-do, oh yeah

She's well acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane

Man in the crowd
With the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots

Lying with his eyes
While his hands are busy working overtime

The sole confession of his wife
Which he ate and donated to the National Trust

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the abyss that I've left uptown
I need a fix 'cause 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 is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)

Britt Walford: Josephine, do you think you are going bald?
Josephine: No. You've asked me that before and the answer was no then