Vicar in a Tutu (Live in London, 1986)

[Verse 1] 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 Just to set my eyes on the blistering sight [Chorus] Of a Vicar in a tutu He's not strange He just wants to live his life this way [Verse 2] A scanty bit of a thing Oh, with a decorative ring That wouldn't cover the head of a child As Rose collects the money in the canister Who comes sliding down the bannister? [Chorus] The vicar in a tutu He's not strange He just wants to live his life this way [Verse 3] And the monkish monsignor With a head full of plaster Said, "My man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned" As Rose counts the money from the canister As natural as rain, he dances again My God [Chorus] Vicar in a tutu Oh yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah La, la-laa, ah Oh, the vicar in a tutu Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-ah-ha-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha-ha [Verse 4] 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 [Outro] In the fabric of a tutu Any man could get used to And I am the living sign I'm the living sign I am, I am the living sign I am the living sign I am a living sign I am the living sign, sign I am a living sign Oh