Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do Oh yeah
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do Oh yeah
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
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors on his hob-nail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working over-time
A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust
Hey, I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Happiness is a warm, warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits I left uptown
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Happiness is a warm, warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun