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 
Happiness is a warm gun, momma 
When I hold you in my arms 
And I feel my finger on your trigger 
I know nobody can do me no harm 
Because
 Is a warm gun, momma 
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is 
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun 
Well, dont you know that happiness is a warm gun, momma?