She's not a girl who misses much
Do do 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
Down
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
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, mama
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
When I hold you in my arms
(Oo-oo oh yeah)
And I feel my finger on your trigger
(Oo-oo oh yeah)
I know nobody can do me no harm
(Oo-oo oh yeah)
Because happiness is a warm gun, mama
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm, yes it is,
gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Well, don't you know
that happiness is a warm gun, mama?
(Happiness is a warm gun, yeah)