Vicar In a Tutu (Live In London, 1986)

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

Jus5o 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

That wouldn't cover the head of a child

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 collects the money in the cannister

As natural as rain

And he dances again, my God

Vicar in a tutu

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

I'm a living sign

I'm a living sign

I'm a living sign

I'm a living sign