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

Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot)

Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot)

When I hold you in my arms (oooh yeah!)

And I feel my finger on your trigger

I know NOBODY can do me no harm

Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot)

Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot)

Happiness is warm, yes it is...

Guuuuuun!!

(Happiness... Bang bang shoot shoot)

But don't you know that happiness!! (Happiness...)

Is a warm gun!

(Is a warm gun, yeah!)