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 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 I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix 'cause I'm 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 is a warm gun (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Happiness is a warm gun, momma (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) (When I hold you in my arms) Oooh, oh yeah! And when I feel my finger on your trigger Oooh, oh yeah! I know nobody can do me no harm Ooh, oh yeah! Because Happiness is a warm gun, momma (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Happiness is a warm gun (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Yes it is, gun! Happiness (yes, it is) gun! Happiness (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) But don't you know that happiness Happiness is a warm gun, momma Is a warm gun, yeahh!