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