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 multicolored 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 pits 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 (ooh, oh, yeah)

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

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

Because

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 is a warm gun momma?

(Happiness is a warm gun, yeah)