She is a girl who lacks a lot
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah
She knows the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a windowpane
The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors
In his studded boots
Lying eyes while his hands are occupied
Overtime
Soap impression of his wife which he ate
He won the National Fund for

I must make a correction: I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left the top
I need a solution, because 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
Mother Superior jumped the gun

Happiness (is a warm gun)
Shoot Shoot Bang Bang
Happiness (it is a warm gun, the mother)
Shoot Shoot Bang Bang
(When I have my arms)
Oooooooooh, oh yeah!
And when I feel my finger on the trigger
Oooooooooh, oh yeah!
I know that nobody can hurt me
Oooooooooh, oh yeah!
Happiness (it is a warm gun, the mother)
Shoot Shoot Bang Bang
Happiness (is a warm gun)
Shoot Shoot Bang Bang
Yes it is, the gun!
Happiness (is a warm gun)
Shoot Shoot Bang Bang
Happiness (is a warm gun)
is a warm gun, yes!

(Entrada número 69 en el proyecto Babel Beatles)