She's not a girl who misses much   Do, 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 pane      The man in the crowd with the multi-coloured 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 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   (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)   Happiness is a warm gun   (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)   When I hold you in my arms   And I feel my finger on your trigger   I know nobody can do me no harm   Because happiness is a warm gun   (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)   Happiness is a warm gun.      Happiness is a warm -   Yes, it is -   Gun...   (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)   Happiness is a warm gun...