Karaoké Vicar in a Tutu The Smiths

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 finger with a decorative ring wouldn't cover the head of a goose

As Rose collects the money in a canister

Who comes sliding down the bannister

A 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 canister

As natural as rain he dances again my God

The Vicar in a tutu

Oh yeah

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah oh yeah oh Lord

The Vicar in a tutu

Oh yeah

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh

The next day in the pulpit

With freedom and ease

Combatting ignorance dust and disease

As Rose counts the money in the canister

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