[Verse 1]She's not a girl who misses muchDo-do-do-do-do, oh, yeahShe's well acquainted with the touch of a velvet handLike a lizard on a window paneThe man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrorsOn his hobnail bootsLying with his eyes, while his hands are busyWorking overtimeThe soap impression of his wifeWhich he ate and donated to the National Trust[Verse 2]I need a fix 'cause I'm going downDown to the bits that I've left uptownI need a fix 'cause I'm going down[Pre-Chorus]Mother Superior, jump the gunMother Superior, jump the gunMother Superior, jump the gunMother Superior, jump the gunMother Superior, jump the gun (Oh!)Mother Superior, jump the gun[Chorus]Happiness is a warm gunHappiness is a warm gunHappiness is a warm gun(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)Happiness is a warm gun(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)[Spoken Outro: Britt Walford, Josephine Wiggs]Josephine, do you think you are going bald?No, you've asked me that beforeAnd the answer was no then
