Happiness is a warm gun
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)