Happiness Is A Warm Gun


         Am7  Am6      Em
She‘s not a girl who misses much
Am7            Am6  Em 
Do do do do do do do do, oh yeah
Dm                                                                       Am
She‘s well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
        Dm                 
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured 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

Instru :   A7  A7  A7  A7  C  Am


A7
I need a fix cos I‘m going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
C                            Am
I need a fix cos I‘m going down
A                        C                   A                       G
Mother Superior jump the gun, Mother Superior jump the gun
A                        C                   A                       G
Mother Superior jump the gun, Mother Superior jump the gun                       C                   A                       G
Mother Superior jump the gun, Mother Superior jump the gun

C         Am         F      G
Happiness is a warm gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
C         Am        F        G
Happiness is a warm gun, mama 
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
C          Am       F         G
When I hold you in my arms (Oo-oo oh yeah)
C       Am         F                  G
And I feel my finger on your trigger (Oo-oo oh yeah)
C    Am        F                        G
I know no one can do me no harm (Oo-oo oh yeah)
C                    Am          F               G
Because happiness is a warm gun, mama 
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
C        Am         F                      G
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is 
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Fm                                            C Am F G
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun 
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
                                  C      Am         F             C    G
Well, don‘t you know happiness is a warm gun, mama? 
(Happiness is a warm gun, yeah)