| 歌曲 | Vicar In A Tutu |
| 歌手 | The Smiths |
| 专辑 | The Sound Of The Smiths |
| 作词 : Marr, Morrissey | |
| I was minding my business | |
| I was lifting some lead off | |
| The roof of the holy name church | |
| It was worthwhile living a laughable life | |
| Just 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 child | |
| As rose collects the money in the 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 | |
| Oh, the monkish monsignor | |
| With a head full of plaster | |
| Said : 'my man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned' | |
| As rose collects the money from the cannister | |
| As natural as rain | |
| He dances again | |
| My god ! | |
| The vicar in a tutu | |
| Oh yeah | |
| Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Oh ... | |
| The vicar in a tutu | |
| Oh yeah | |
| Oh ... | |
| The next day in the pulpit | |
| With freedom and ease | |
| Combatting ignorance, dust, and disease | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Oh ... |
| zuò cí : Marr, Morrissey | |
| I was minding my business | |
| I was lifting some lead off | |
| The roof of the holy name church | |
| It was worthwhile living a laughable life | |
| Just 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 child | |
| As rose collects the money in the 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 | |
| Oh, the monkish monsignor | |
| With a head full of plaster | |
| Said : ' my man, get your vile soul drycleaned' | |
| As rose collects the money from the cannister | |
| As natural as rain | |
| He dances again | |
| My god ! | |
| The vicar in a tutu | |
| Oh yeah | |
| Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Oh ... | |
| The vicar in a tutu | |
| Oh yeah | |
| Oh ... | |
| The next day in the pulpit | |
| With freedom and ease | |
| Combatting ignorance, dust, and disease | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Oh ... |