Vicar In A Tutu - The Smiths

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