Lyrics:

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 pane
The man in the crowd with the multi-coloured mirror's 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 (happiness) is a warm gun (bang bang, shoot shoot)
Happiness (happiness) is a warm gun, mama (bang bang, shoot shoot)
When I hold you in my arms (oh, yeah)
And I feel (oo) my finger on your trigger (oh, yeah)
I know (oo) nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah)
Because (happiness) is a warm gun, mama (bang bang, shoot shoot)
Happiness (happiness) is a warm gun, yes, it is (bang bang, shoot shoot)

Happiness is a warm  yes it is  gun (happiness)
(Bang bang, shoot shoot)
Well, don't you know that happiness (happiness) is a warm gun (is a warm gun), mama?
(Yeah)