A soap impression of his wife which he ateの歌が含まれ

She's not a girl who misses much

Do do do do do do do do

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.

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

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

When I hold you in my arms

And I feel my finger on your trigger

I know no one can do me no harm

Because happiness is a warm gun

Yes it is.