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