Happiness Is A Warm Gun (Take 19) Chords
Tempo:
64.65 bpm
Chords used:
Am
Dm
Em
E
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[A] Righto, two, three, four.
[Am] She's not a girl who [Em] misses much.
Do do [F#] do do do do.
[Em] Oh yeah.
[Dm]
Well acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand,
like [Am] a lizard on a wind of pay.
A [Dm] man in the cloud with the multicoloured mirrors
on his hard [Am]-nailed boots.
Lying [Dm] with his eyes while his hands are busy [N] working overtime.
Stope impression of his wife,
which he ate and donated to the National Trust.
I need a fix cos I'm going down,
down to the bit where I left off town.
I need a fix cos I'm going down.
I need a fix cos I'm going down,
down to the bits that I left off town.
I need a fix cos 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.
Happiness, yeah, is a warm gun, mama.
When I feel my finger on your arms,
when I feel my finger on your trigger,
I know no one can do me no harm.
Because happiness is a warm gun.
Happiness, yes, yes, is a warm gun.
Happiness is a warm, yes, it is gun.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Is anybody finding it easier?
It seems a little easier.
It's just no fun, but it's easier.
Oh, all right,
[A] Righto, two, three, four.
[Am] She's not a girl who [Em] misses much.
Do do [F#] do do do do.
[Em] Oh yeah.
[Dm]
Well acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand,
like [Am] a lizard on a wind of pay.
A [Dm] man in the cloud with the multicoloured mirrors
on his hard [Am]-nailed boots.
Lying [Dm] with his eyes while his hands are busy [N] working overtime.
Stope impression of his wife,
which he ate and donated to the National Trust.
I need a fix cos I'm going down,
down to the bit where I left off town.
I need a fix cos I'm going down.
I need a fix cos I'm going down,
down to the bits that I left off town.
I need a fix cos 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.
Happiness, yeah, is a warm gun, mama.
When I feel my finger on your arms,
when I feel my finger on your trigger,
I know no one can do me no harm.
Because happiness is a warm gun.
Happiness, yes, yes, is a warm gun.
Happiness is a warm, yes, it is gun.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Is anybody finding it easier?
It seems a little easier.
It's just no fun, but it's easier.
Oh, all right,
Key:
Am
Dm
Em
E
A
Am
Dm
Em
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ Righto, two, three, four.
[Am] She's not a girl who [Em] misses much. _
Do do [F#] do do do do.
_ [Em] Oh yeah.
_ _ [Dm]
Well acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand,
like [Am] a lizard on a wind of pay.
A [Dm] man in the cloud with the multicoloured mirrors
on his hard [Am]-nailed boots.
Lying [Dm] with his eyes while his hands are busy [N] working overtime. _
Stope impression of his wife,
which he ate and donated to the National Trust.
I need a fix cos I'm going down,
down to the bit where I left off town.
I need a fix cos I'm going down.
I need a fix cos I'm going down,
down to the bits that I left off town.
I need a fix cos 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.
_ Happiness, yeah, is a warm gun, mama.
_ When I feel my finger on your arms,
when I feel my finger on your trigger, _
I know no one can do me no harm.
Because happiness is a warm gun.
_ _ _ Happiness, yes, yes, is a warm gun.
_ Happiness is a warm, yes, it is gun.
_ _ Oh, yeah. _
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Is anybody finding it easier?
It seems a little easier.
It's just no fun, but it's easier.
_ Oh, all right,
_ [A] _ _ Righto, two, three, four.
[Am] She's not a girl who [Em] misses much. _
Do do [F#] do do do do.
_ [Em] Oh yeah.
_ _ [Dm]
Well acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand,
like [Am] a lizard on a wind of pay.
A [Dm] man in the cloud with the multicoloured mirrors
on his hard [Am]-nailed boots.
Lying [Dm] with his eyes while his hands are busy [N] working overtime. _
Stope impression of his wife,
which he ate and donated to the National Trust.
I need a fix cos I'm going down,
down to the bit where I left off town.
I need a fix cos I'm going down.
I need a fix cos I'm going down,
down to the bits that I left off town.
I need a fix cos 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.
_ Happiness, yeah, is a warm gun, mama.
_ When I feel my finger on your arms,
when I feel my finger on your trigger, _
I know no one can do me no harm.
Because happiness is a warm gun.
_ _ _ Happiness, yes, yes, is a warm gun.
_ Happiness is a warm, yes, it is gun.
_ _ Oh, yeah. _
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Is anybody finding it easier?
It seems a little easier.
It's just no fun, but it's easier.
_ Oh, all right,