Phish – Happiness Is A Warm Gun lyrics

She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, 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 multicoloured 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 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 Mother Superior jumped the gun Happiness (is a warm gun) Bang Bang Shoot Shoot Happiness (is a warm gun, momma) Bang Bang Shoot Shoot (When I hold you in my arms) Oh, oh yeah! And when I feel my finger on your trigger Oh, oh yeah! I know nobody can do me no harm Oh, oh yeah! Happiness (is a warm gun, momma) Bang Bang Shoot Shoot Happiness (is a warm gun) Bang Bang Shoot Shoot Yes it is, gun! Happiness (is a warm gun) Bang Bang Shoot Shoot Happiness (is a warm gun) is a warm gun, yeah! Explain Request ×

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