Don't know why. After a Saturday morning outdoors, solving simulated tacti-cool "problems" with a handgun ... there's a certain satisfaction. Prolly just from fondling my "fetishized" tool!
The hook, the refrain, from the noted song - is forever burned in this shooters frontal cortex ... and surfaces intermittently, unbidden, whilst on the range. (No voices to report yet!) Was suprised to read that John Lennon may have been alluding to his herion habit in the lyrics
For you youngsters ... The Beatles ... White Album ... Listen.
Happiness (is a warm gun)
Bang Bang Shoot Shoot
Happiness (is a warm gun, momma)
Bang Bang Shoot Shoot
(When I hold you in my arms)
Oooooooooh, oh yeah!
And when I feel my finger on your trigger
Oooooooooh, oh yeah!
I know nobody can do me no harm
Oooooooooh, oh yeah!
Happiness (is a warm gun, momma)
Bang Bang Shoot Shoot
Happiness (is a warm gun)
Bang Bang Shoot Shoot
Yes it is, gun!
Happiness (is a warm gun)
Bang Bang Shoot Shoot
Happiness (is a warm gun)
is a warm gun, yeeeaahhh!
