She's not a girl who misses much do-do-do-do-do-do-do, 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 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 National Trust.
Down, 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...(6 раз)
Happiness is a warm gun, Happiness is a warm gun, yes, it is! When I hold you in my arms And I feel my finger on your trigger I know nobody can do me no harm. Because happiness is a warm gun, mama, Happiness is a warm gun, yes, it is, Happiness is a warm, yes, it is, gun. Well, don't you know that happiness Is a warm gun, mama? Yeah...