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