作曲 : Lennon, McCartney
 作词 : Lennon, McCartney
She's not a girl who misses much,
Do 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 multicolored mirrors on his hob-nail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working over-time
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 I left up town
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits I left up town
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my 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 is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun!