Happiness Is a Warm Gun

                                  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-colored 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



Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot)

Happiness is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot)

When I hold you in my arms (oh, yeah)

And I feel my finger on your trigger (oh, yeah)

I know nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah)

Because, (happiness) is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot)

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, yeah).