1. Ricchi e Poveri - Sara perche ti amo 
2. Toto Cutugno - L'Italiano
3. The Animals - House of the Rising Sun
The Beatles - Happines Is A Warm Gun
| Előadó: | The Beatles |
|---|---|
| Album: | Keressük! |
| Szövegírók: |
John Lennon Paul Mccartney |
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| Zeneszerzők: |
John Lennon Paul Mccartney |
| Kiadó: | Keressük! |
| Stílus: | Progresszív Rock |
| Címkék: | Keressük! |
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She's not a girl who misses much,
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 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,
/bang, bang, shoot, shoot/
Happiness is a warm gun, Mama,
/bang, bang, shoot, shoot/
When I hold you in my arms /oh, yeah/
And I feel my finger on your trigger /oh, yeah/
I know no one can do me no harm /oh, yeah/
Because
Happiness is a warm gun, Mama,
/bang, bang, shoot, shoot/
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is!
/bang, bang, shoot, shoot/
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun!
Happiness,
/bang, bang, shoot, shoot/
But don't you know that
Happiness is a warm gun, Mama! /yeah/
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 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,
/bang, bang, shoot, shoot/
Happiness is a warm gun, Mama,
/bang, bang, shoot, shoot/
When I hold you in my arms /oh, yeah/
And I feel my finger on your trigger /oh, yeah/
I know no one can do me no harm /oh, yeah/
Because
Happiness is a warm gun, Mama,
/bang, bang, shoot, shoot/
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is!
/bang, bang, shoot, shoot/
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun!
Happiness,
/bang, bang, shoot, shoot/
But don't you know that
Happiness is a warm gun, Mama! /yeah/
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