HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN

She's not a girl who misses much Dodododododo... 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 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 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 When I hold you in my arms And I feel my finger on your trigger I know no one can do me no harm Because happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a Warm Gun Happiness is a warm -Yes it is gun