text: Shes not a girl who misses much
  Do do do do do do, oh yeah
  Shes 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 Im going down
  Down to the bits that I left uptown
  I need a fix cause Im going down
  Mother Superior jumped the gun
  Mother Superior jumped the gun
  Mother Superior jumped the gun
  Mother Superior jumped the gun
  Mother Superior jumped the gun
  Mother Superior jumped the gun
  Happiness 
  Bang Bang Shoot Shoot
  Happiness 
  Bang Bang Shoot Shoot
  Oh, oh yeah!
  And when I feel my finger on your trigger
  Oh, oh yeah!
  I know nobody can do me no harm
  Oh, oh yeah!
  Happiness 
  Bang Bang Shoot Shoot
  Happiness 
  Bang Bang Shoot Shoot
  Yes it is, gun!
  Happiness 
  Bang Bang Shoot Shoot
  Happiness 
  Is a warm gun, yeah!