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 
soap impression of his wife which 
he ate and donated to the National [bad word] 

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 
When I feel my finger on you trigger 
and don't you know nobody 
can do me 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