Lyrics:

She's Not A Girl Who Misses Much
do Do Do Do Do Do- Oh Yea!
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

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 Jumped The Gun
mother Superior Jumped The Gun
mother Superior Jumped The Gun
mother Superior Jumped The Gun

happiness Is A Warm Gun
happiness Is A Warm Gun, Momma
when I Hold You In My Arms
and I Feel My Finger On Your Trigger
i Know Nobody Can Do Me No Harm
because Happiness Is A Warm Gun, Momma
happiness Is A Warm Gun
-Yes It Is.
happiness Is A Warm, Yes It Is...
gun!
well Don't Ya Know That Happiness Is A Warm Gun, Momma