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 jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
bang bang shoot shoot
Happiness is a warm gun yes it is
When I hold you in my arms
When I feel my finger
on your trigger
Don't ya know
that nobody can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun
momma
Happiness is a warm gun
Yes it is
Happiness is a warm yes it is
Gun
Well don't ya know
that happiness is a warm gun
momm