{commedia}mp3/beatles-the/happiness-is-a-warm-gun.mp3{/commedia}
        Cm7   Cm6
She’s not a girl who
Gm
Misses much
Cm7           Cm6
Do-do-do,
Gm
Oh yeah

Fm
She’s well acquainted
With the touch of a velvet hand
                           Cm
Like a lizard on a window pane

       Fm
The man in the crowd
With the multicoloured mirrors
           Cm
On his hobnail boots,
Fm
Lying with his eyes
While his hands are busy
              Cm
Working overtime.

Fm
A soap impression of his wife
Which he ate and donated
           Cm
To the National Trust

C7
I need a fix cause I’m going down
Down to the abyss that I’ve left up town
Eb                              C7
I need a fix cause I’m going down.

C7                      Eb
Mother Superior jump the gun
C7                      B7
Mother Superior jump the gun.

Eb     Cm         Ab      B7  Eb
Happiness is a warm gun
(bang bang shoot shoot)
         Cm         Ab             B7
Happiness is a warm gun, mom-ma.
(bang bang shoot shoot)

Eb        Cm      Abmaj7  B7
When I hold you in my   arms (oh yes)
Eb      Cm      Ab                    B7                  Eb
And I feel my finger on your trigger (oh yes)
  Cm        Ab               B7
I know nobody can do me no harm
    Eb
Because
        Cm         Ab                    B7
Happiness is a warm gun, momma
Eb       Cm       Ab         
Happiness is a warm gun
           B7
-Yes it is.
Abm           
Happiness is a warm, yes it is…
Eb   Cm  Ab
Gun!
B7                                 Eb          Cm    Ab                    B7     Eb
Well don’t ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma? (yeah)

Lyrics:

She’s not a girl who
Misses much
Do-do-do,
Oh yeah

She’s well acquainted
With the touch of a 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 abyss that I’ve left up town
I need a fix cause I’m going down.

Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother 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 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? (yeah)