Happiness is a warm gun       (Listen to midi)

 

              Am                  Em             

    She's not a girl who misses much,       

Am                            - Em

    du du du du du du,          oh yeah.

Dm

    She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand

                               Am

    like a lizard on a window pane.              

            Dm                                                  

    The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors

               Am

    on his hobnail boots.

    Dm                                                  

    Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy

                 Am

    working overtime.

Dm                                                            

    A soap impression of his wife which he ate

                                    Am

    and donated to the National Trust.

 

    A - C - Am     A - C - Am - A          C - Am - A

 

   A             C                   Am                           

    I need a fix 'cause I'm goin' down,

      A                C             Am     A                     

    down to the bits that I left up town,

   C            Am                  A

    I need a fix 'cause I'm goin' down.

 

      A                       C                        A                       G          

   Mother Superior, jump the guns, Mother Superior, jump the guns.

       A                       C                        A                       G          

    Mother Superior, jump the guns, Mother Superior, jump the guns.    

       A                       C                        A                       G                  - G7  

    Mother Superior, jump the guns, Mother Superior, jump the guns.    

 

C           Am            F            -  G7 

    Happiness is a warm gun,

C           Am           F               G7 

    happiness is a warm gun, mama.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                 C              Am   - F                G7 

(spoken:)     When I hold       you in my arms,

C           Am       F                     G7 

    and I feel my finger on your trigger,    

C      Am       F                              G7 

    I know nobody can do me no harm, because :

 

C            Am            F              G7 

    Happiness  is a warm gun, mama,

C           Am            F                      G7 

    happiness  is a warm gun, yes it is.

     Fm  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -   C         - Am - F - G7

    Happiness  is a warm, yes it is, g…..un !

                                              C              - Am        

    Well, don’t you know that happiness 

            F                G7      C

   is a warm gun, mama, yeah !

 

    (The Beatles)