The Beatles - Happiness Is A Warm Gun

She's ^Am9not a girl^Am6 who ^Emmisses much ^Am Du du du du du du ^Em Oh yeah ^Dm She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a ^Amwindow pane The ^Dmman in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors on his ^Amhobnail boots ^DmLying with his eyes while his hands are busy working ^Amovertime ^Dm A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the ^Amnational trust

^A7I need a ^mfix 'cause I'm ^mgoin' down, ^mdown to the ^mbits that I ^mleft up ^mtown ^CI need a ^mfix 'cause I'm ^mgoin' down.^m

^A7Mother Superior ^Cjump the gun,^m, ^A7Mother Superior ^G7jump the gun.^m (3X) half tempo, still 3/4 time, lyrics in () are spoken, with "oo" etc in back

^C Happi^Amness is a ^Fwarm gun ^G7, ^C Happi ^Amness is a ^Fwarm gun, ma^G7ma ^Cmaj7(When I ^Am7hold you ^F in my ^G7arms ^C And I ^Am7feel my ^Ffinger on your ^G7trigger ^C I ^Am7know no^Fbody can do me ^G7no harm, because)