COMPLETE LYRICS

She's not a girl who misses much.  Do do do do do do do do
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 Nation 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.  Happiness is a warm gun.

When I hold you in my arms and I feel my finger on your trigger.
I know no one can do me no harm because happiness is a warm gun.  Yes it is.