She`s not a girl who misses much Du du du du du du 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
soap impression of his wife which
he ate and donated to the national trust
I need a fix `cause I`m goin` down,
down to the bits that I left up town
I need a fix `cause I`m goin` down.
Mother Superior jump the gun, Mother Superior jump the gun. (3X)
half tempo, still 3/4 time, lyrics in
are spoken, with "oo" etc in back
Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun, mama
(When I hold you in my arms And I feel
my finger on your trigger I
know nobody can do me no harm, because)