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 with a decorative ring That wouldn't cover the head of a goose As Rose collects the money in a cannister Who comes sliding down the banister? The 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 he dances again, my God The vicar in a tutu, oh yeah yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah la la la The vicar in a tutu Oh yeah, oh oh oh oh oh The next day in the pulpit with Freedom and Ease Combating ignorance, dust, and disease As Rose counts the money in the cannister 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 am the living sign I am a living sign, I am a living sign I am a living sign, I am a living sign, sign I am a living sign