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 pain

The man in the crowd with the

multicolored mirror 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

Happiness is a warm gun mama

When I hold you in my arms

and I feel my finger on you trigger

I know nobody can do no harm

Because Happiness is a warm gun mama

Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is

Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun

Ah, don't you know that

Happiness is a warm gun mama