{commedia}mp3/beatles-the/happiness-is-a-warm-gun.mp3{/commedia}        Cm7   Cm6She's not a girl whoGmMisses muchCm7           Cm6Do-do-do, GmOh yeah FmShe's well acquaintedWith the touch of a velvet hand                           CmLike a lizard on a window pane        FmThe man in the crowdWith the multicoloured mirrors           CmOn his hobnail boots,FmLying with his eyesWhile his hands are busy              CmWorking overtime. FmA soap impression of his wifeWhich he ate and donated            CmTo the National Trust C7I need a fix cause I'm going downDown to the abyss that I've left up townEb                              C7I need a fix cause I'm going down. C7                      EbMother Superior jump the gunC7                      B7Mother Superior jump the gun. Eb     Cm         Ab      B7  EbHappiness is a warm gun(bang bang shoot shoot)         Cm         Ab             B7Happiness is a warm gun, mom-ma.(bang bang shoot shoot) Eb        Cm      Abmaj7  B7When I hold you in my   arms (oh yes)Eb      Cm      Ab                    B7                  EbAnd I feel my finger on your trigger (oh yes)  Cm        Ab               B7I know nobody can do me no harm    EbBecause        Cm         Ab                    B7Happiness is a warm gun, mommaEb       Cm       Ab         Happiness is a warm gun           B7-Yes it is.Abm           Happiness is a warm, yes it is...Eb   Cm  AbGun!B7                                 Eb          Cm    Ab                    B7     EbWell don't ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma? (yeah)  Lyrics: She's not a girl whoMisses muchDo-do-do, Oh yeah She's well acquaintedWith the touch of a velvet handLike a lizard on a window pane The man in the crowdWith the multicoloured mirrorsOn his hobnail boots,Lying with his eyesWhile his hands are busyWorking overtime. A soap impression of his wifeWhich he ate and donated To the National Trust I need a fix cause I'm going downDown to the abyss that I've left up townI need a fix cause I'm going down. Mother Superior jump the gunMother Superior jump the gun. Happiness is a warm gun(bang bang shoot shoot)Happiness is a warm gun, mom-ma.(bang bang shoot shoot) When I hold you in my   arms (oh yes)And I feel my finger on your trigger (oh yes)I know nobody can do me no harmBecauseHappiness 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? (yeah)