id0 |
233 |
title |
Happiness iIs a warm gun |
artist |
The Beatles |
year |
1968 |
album |
The Beatles (white album) |
playable |
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title_artist |
happinessisawarmgun_thebeatles |
transpose |
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count |
3 |
status0 |
0 |
lastdate |
1754794223 |
ip |
216.73.216.246/Mozilla/5.0 AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko; compatible; ClaudeBot/1.0; +claudebot@anthropic.com) |
originalkey |
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She's not a girl who misses much
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, 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, mama
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, mama
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun
Well, don't you know that 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 Am
man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots
Dm Am
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime
Dm Am
A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the national trust
double tempo, 3/4 time, -"" equals one measure