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 pane   The man in the crowd with the   Multicolored 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 mama   (Bang bang, shoot shoot)   When I hold you in my arms   (Oh yeah)   And I feel my finger on your trigger   (Ooo, oh yeah)   I know nobody can do me no harm   (Ooo, oh yeah)      Because happiness is a warm gun mama   (Bang bang, shoot shoot)   Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is   (Bang bang, shoot shoot)   Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun   (Happiness, bang bang, shoot shoot)   Well, don't you know that happiness is a warm gun mama   (Happiness is a warm gun yeah)