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Happiness Is A Warm Gun The Beatles
She's not a girl who misses much Du du du du du du 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 multicolored 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
double tempo, 3/4 time, "-" equals one measure
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- - - - - - I need a fix 'cause I'm goin' down, down to the bits that I left up town - - - I need a fix 'cause I'm goin' down.
- - Mother Superior jump the gun, Mother Superior jump the gun. (3X)
half tempo, still 3/4 time, lyrics in () are spoken, with "oo" etc in back
Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun, mama (When I hold you in my arms And I feel my finger on your trigger I know nobody can do me no harm, because)
Happiness is a warm gun mama, etc, blah, blah (same chords, C Am F G7)
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