Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun



She's not a girl who misses much
She's not a girl who misses much



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



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 wide open
And the hands 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



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

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



Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun



I need a fix cause I'm going down

I need a fix cause I'm going down
I need a fix cause I'm going down
To the bits that I left uptown



I need a fix cause I'm going down, uptown

Need a fix cause I'm going down, uptown



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

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
[Repeat until end]