Hapiness is a warm gun

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 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
(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
When I hold you in my arms
(Ooooooooohhh, oh yeah!)
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm

Because! happiness is a warm gun, momma
(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun
(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
-Yes it is, it's a warm gun!
(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
Happiness is a warm, yes it is...
GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
(Hapiness Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
Well don't ya know that happiness
is a warm gun, momma?
(is a warm gun)
Yeeeaahhh!



Un poco así me siento estos días, pagando las consecuencias de la felicidad. Y es que hago tantas cosas que ¡no tengo tiempo ni de sentarme cinco minutos antes el ordenador! Como de momento no tengo portátil eso reduce aún más las posibilidades de pasarme por aquí.

Espero que lleguen pronto los Macbooks a Sevilla porque tengo muchas cosas con que actualizar: @twittsev y encuentro con Flapy, nuevos proyectos, proyectos que van para delante, premios bitácoras y mis favoritos para ganarlos...

Mientras tanto dejo una de las canciones que más me hayan marcado de Los Beatles, por su letra, por su música y porque el Album Blanco fue el primero que tuve de ellos. Os animo a escucharla.