Los cuatro hombres sabios (George, Ring, Paul y John) alguna vez cantaron a los cuatro vientos que la felicidad es un arma tibia. Debo reconocer que estoy total y completamente de acuerdo con ese comentario, por lo cual el tema Beatle de la semana:

SHES NOT A GIRL WHO MISSES MUCH
DO DO DO DO DO OH YEAH
SHES 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 NATION TRUST

I NEED A FIX CAUSE IM GOING DOWN
DOWN TO THE BITS THAT I LEFT UPTOWN
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I NEED A FIX CAUSE IM 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 NO ONE CAN DO ME NO HARM
BECAUSE HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN
HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN, YES IT IS
HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN