Smiths Vicar In A Tutu
I was minding my businessLifting some lead offThe roof of the Holy Name churchIt was worthwhile living a laughable lifeTo set my eyes on the blistering sightOf a vicar in a tutuHe's not strangeHe just wants to live his life this way A scanty bit of a thingWith a decorative ringThat wouldn't cover the head of a gooseAs Rose collects the money in a cannisterWho comes sliding down the bannister ?The vicar in a tutuHe's not strangeHe just wants to live his life this way The monkish monsignorWith a head full of plasterSaid : "My man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned" As Rose counts the money in the cannisterAs natural as RainHe dances againMy god !The vicar in a tutuOh yeahOh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahOh ...The vicar in a tutuOh yeahOh ... The next day in the pulpitWith Freedom and EaseCombatting ignorance, dust, and disease As Rose counts the money in the cannisterAs natural as RainHe dances again and again and again In the fabric of a tutuAny man could get used toAnd I am the living signAnd I'm a living signI am a living signI'm a living signI am a living signI'm a living signSign ...I am a living sign.
