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 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 Nation 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
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 mama
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun
Well don't you know that happiness
is a warm gun mama
