The Smiths - Vicar in a Tutu

And I am the living sign

Vicar in a tutu

Lifting some lead off

Covered with a decorative ring

With a head full of plaster

A scanty bit of a thing

The roof of the Holy Name church

Of a vicar in a tutu

He's not strange

The monkish monsignor

I was minding my business

Wouldn't cover the head of a goose

It was worthwhile living a laughable life

To set my eyes on the blistering sight

He just wants to live his life this way

As Rose collects the money in the cannister

Who comes sliding down the bannister?

He's not strange

He just wants to live his life this way

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