Smiths - Vicar In A Tutu Lyrics
I was minding my businessI was lifting some lead offThe roof of the holy name churchIt was worthwhile living a laughable lifeJust to set my eyes on the blistering sightOf a vicar in a tutuHe's not strangeHe just wants to live his life this wayA scanty bit of a thingWith a decorative ringThat wouldn't cover the head of a childAs rose collects the money in the cannisterWho comes sliding down the bannister ?The vicar in a tutuHe's not strangeHe just wants to live his life this wayOh, the monkish monsignorWith a head full of plasterSaid : "my man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned"As rose collects the money from the cannisterAs natural as rainHe dances againMy god !The vicar in a tutuOh yeahOh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahOh ...The vicar in a tutuOh yeahOh ...The next day in the pulpitWith freedom and easeCombatting ignorance, dust, and diseaseAs rose counts the money in the cannisterAs natural as rainHe dances again and again and againIn the fabric of a tutuAny man could get used toAnd i am the living signI'm a living signI am a living signI'm a living signI am a living signI'm a living signSign ...I am a living signOh ...