She's not a girl who misses much
Do-do-do, oh yeah
She's well acquainted
With the touch of a velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane

Man in the crowd
With the multi-coloured 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 abyss that I've left up town
I need a fix cause I'm going down

Mother Superior jumped the gun

Happiness is a warm gun
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)