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.