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!