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]