Lyrics Happiness Is A Warm Gun - World Party

Happiness Is A Warm Gun

She’s not a girl who misses much
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 multi-colored 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 bits that I 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
Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot)
When I hold you in my arms (oh, yeah)
And I feel my finger on your trigger (oh, yeah)
I know nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah)
Because, (happiness) is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun
Happiness (bang bang shoot shoot)
Well don’t you know that happiness
(happiness) is a warm gun, (is a warm gun, yeah).