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.

Happiness is a warm gun. Happiness is a warm gun.

Oh when I hold you, in my arms, and I feel my finger on your trigger

Don't you know nobody can do me no harm?

Happiness is a warm gun yes it is.

(I get the weird feeling but I think I'm ready for the lovely exam in half an hour)