Happiness Is A Warm Gun

Am9       Am6    Em
She´s not a girl who misses much
Am                 Em
Du du du du du du Oh yeah

Dm
She´s well acquainted with the touch
Am
Of the velvet handlike a lizard on a window pane
Dm
The man in the crowd with
Am
The multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots
Dm
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Am     Dm
Working overtime a soap impression of his wife
Am
Which he ate and donated to the national trust

A7 C Am

A7
I need a fix ´cause I´m goin´ down,
A7
Down to the bits that I left up town
C
I need a fix ´cause I´m goin´ down.

A7              C
Mother Superior jump the gun,
A7              G7
Mother Superior jump the gun.
A7              C
Mother Superior jump the gun,
A7              G7
Mother Superior jump the gun.
A7              C
Mother Superior jump the gun,
A7              G7
Mother Superior jump the gun.

C      Am        F    G7
Happiness is a warm gun
C     Am        F         G7
Happiness is a warm gun, mama
Cmaj7   Am7     F       G7
When I hold you in my arms
C      Am7     F              G7   C
And I feel my finger on your trigger
Am7    F              G7
I know nobody can do me no harm, because

A7              C
Happiness is a warm gun mama

Am9     Am6   Em      Am            Em
She`s not a girl  who misses much Du du du du du du Oh yeah
Dm
She`s well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Am
like a lizard on a window pane The
Dm
man in the crowd with the multicolored
Am
mirrors on his hobnail boots
Dm                                  Am
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime
Dm
A soap impression of his wife which
Am
he ate and donated to the national trust

A7 C Am

A7
I need a fix `cause I`m goin` down,
down to the bits that I left up town
C
I need a fix `cause I`m goin` down.

A7         C         A7         G7
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

C    Am     F     G7 C   Am     F       G7
Happiness is a warm gun    Happiness is a warm gun, mama
Cmaj7  Am7    F     G7   C    Am7
(When I hold you  in my arms   And I feel
F         G7    C
my finger on your trigger   I
Am7   F         G7
know nobody can do me no harm, because)