Vicar In a Tutu

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

Covered with a decorative ring

Wouldn't cover the head of a goose

As Rose collects the money in the cannister

Who comes sliding down the bannister?

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

And he dances again, my God

Vicar in a tutu.

The next day in the pulpit

With Freedom and Ease

Combatting ignorance, dust with disease

As Rose counts the money in the cannister

As natural as Rain

And he dances again and again.

With a fabric of a tutu

Any man could get used to

And I am the living sign

And I'm a living sign

I'm a living sign.