Happiness is a warm gun

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 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 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
(bang bang, shoot shoot)
happiness is a warm gunm, yes it is
(bang bang, shoot shoot)
when i hold you in my arms (oh yeah)
and i feel my finger on your trigger (oh yeah)
don't you know nobody
can do me no harm (oh yeah)
oh, because happiness is a warm gun
(bang bang, shoot shoot)
happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
(bang bang, shoot shoot)
happiness is warm, yes it is.. GUN!

oh, don't you know that happiness
is a warm gun, small girl.

yeah