PART 1:
she’s not a girl who misses much…
do do 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 ‘National Trust’…
PART 2:
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…
PART 3:
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…
PART 4:
happiness is a warm gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
when i hold you in my arms (Oo-oo oh yeah)
and i feel my finger on your trigger (Oo-oo oh yeah)
i know nobody can do me no harm (Oo-oo oh yeah)
because happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
well, don’t you know that happiness is a warm gun, mama?
(happiness is a warm gun, yeah)