Shes not a girl who misses much
Do-do-do-do-do, oh yeah
Shes well acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
Man in the crowd
With the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes
While his hands are busy working overtime
The soap impression of his wife
Which he ate and donated to the National Trust
I need a fix cause Im going down
Down to the bits that Ive left uptown
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
Mother Superior, jump the gun
Mother Superior, jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Britt Walford: Josephine, do you think you are going bald?
Josephine: No. Youve asked me that before and the answer was no then