Happiness is a warm gun

she's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do do
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 multicolored 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 I'm going down
Town 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
Oh yeah
And i feel my finger on your trigger
Oh yeah
I know no one can do me no harm
Oh yeah
Because happiness is a warm gun mama,
happiness is a warm gun mama yes it is
happiness is a warm gun
yes it is.