Happiness Is a Warm Gun Take 19 by The Beatles Lyrics

Right up, two, three four

She's not a girl who misses much
Do-n'do-do-do-do, oh yeah
Well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
Man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime
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
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
Mother superior jumped the gun
Superior jumped the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness, yeah, is a warm gun, momma
When I feel my finger on your arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun
Happiness, yes, yes, is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun, oh yeah
I know, I know, I know, yeah yeah
Oh yeah

Is anybody finding easier? It seems a little easier (yeah yeah)
It's just no- no fun, but it's easier (easier and fun)
All right, if you insist