Texty: Across The Universe. 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 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 bits that I left uptown.
I need a fix cause I'm going down.
Mother Superior jumped the gun!
Mother Superior jumped the gun!
Mother Superior jumped the gun!
Mother Superior jumped the gun!

Happiness is a warm gun.
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is.
When I hold you in my arms,
when I feel my finger on your trigger.
Don't you 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?