Vicar In A Tutu

I was minding my business

Lifting some lead off

The roof of the Holy Name church

It was worthwhile living a laughable life

To set my eyes on the blistering sight

Of a vicar in a tutu

He's not strange

He just wants to live his life this way

A scanty bit of a thing

With a decorative ring

That wouldn't cover the head of a goose

As Rose collects the money in a cannister

Who comes sliding down the bannister

The vicar in a tutu

He's not strange

He just wants to live his life this way

The monkish monsignor

With a head full of plaster

Said

My man get your vile soul dry-cleaned

As Rose counts the money in the cannister

As natural as Rain

He dances again

My god

The vicar in a tutu

Oh yeah

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

The vicar in a tutu

Oh yeah

Oh

The next day in the pulpit

With Freedom and Ease

Combatting ignorance dust and disease

Vicar In A Tutu - The Smiths

As Rose counts the money in the cannister

As natural as Rain

He dances again and again and again

In the fabric of a tutu

Any man could get used to

And I am the living sign

And I'm a living sign

I am a living sign

I'm a living sign

I am a living sign

I'm a living sign

Sign

I am a living sign