Song Lyrics

(Love)
[etc in background piece]

She’s not a girl who misses much
Do do doot do do do oh yeah
She’s not a girl who misses much
Do do doot do do do oh yeah

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
Happiness is a Warm Gun
Happiness is a Warm Gun

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 National Trust
Hey

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, a w-warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun

I need a fix
I need a fix
Oh yeah
I need a fix
I need a fix cause I’m going down

Happiness is a warm gun
Do do doot do do do oh yeah
Happiness is a warm gun
Do do doot do do do oh yeah
Happiness is a warm gun
Do do doot do do do oh yeah
Happiness is a warm gun
Do do doot do do do oh yeah
Happiness is a warm gun
Do do doot do do do oh yeah
Happiness is a warm gun
Do do doot do do do oh yeah