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 pain

The man in the crowd with the
Multicolored mirror 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

Happiness is a warm gun mama

When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on you trigger
I know nobody can do 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

Ah, don't you know that happiness is a warm gun mama