text: Shes not a girl who misses much
  Do do do do do do, oh yeah
  Shes well-acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
  Like a lizard on a window pane
  The man in the crowd with the multicoloured 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 Im going down
  Down to the bits that I left uptown
  I need a fix cause Im going down
  Mother Superior jumped the gun
  Mother Superior jumped the gun
  Mother Superior jumped the gun
  Mother Superior jumped the gun
  Mother Superior jumped the gun
  Mother Superior jumped the gun
  Happiness is a warm gun 
  Happiness is a warm gun, momma 
  When I hold you in my arms 
  And I feel my finger on your trigger 
  I know nobody can do me no harm 
  Because
   Is a warm gun, momma 
  Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is 
  Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun 
  Well, dont you know that happiness is a warm gun, momma?