the beatles from ôthe beatlesö sheÆs not a girl who misses much. do do do do do do, oh yeah sheÆs 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 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 æcause iÆm going down. down to the bits that i left uptown. i need a fix æcause iÆm going down. 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 nobody can do me no harm because happiness is a warm gun. yes it is.