Shes not a girl who misses much
Do 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 National Trust
I need a fix, cause Im going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix, cause Im 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
Bang Bang, shoot shoot
When I hold you in my arms
Oh, yeah!
When I feel my finger on your trigger
Oh, yeah!
Oh dont ya know nobody can do me no harm
Oh, yeah!
Because
Happiness
Is a warm gun, mama
Happiness is a warm gun
Bang Bang, shoot shoot
Yes it is
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun
Happiness
Bang Bang, shoot shoot
Well dont yknow that happiness is a warm gun, mama
Is a warm gun, yeah!