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

Multicolored 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 mama

(Bang bang, shoot shoot)

When I hold you in my arms

(Oh yeah)

And I feel my finger on your trigger

(Ooo, oh yeah)

I know nobody can do me no harm

(Ooo, oh yeah)

Because happiness is a warm gun mama

(Bang bang, shoot shoot)

Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is

(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)