歌词
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 covered with a decorative ring
Wouldn't cover the head of a goose
As Rose collects the money in a 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 counts the money in the cannister
As natural as rain, he dances again, my God
The Vicar in a tutu, oh yeah
Oh yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, ah
The Vicar in a tutu, oh yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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, 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
And I am the living sign, I am the living sign
I'm the living sign, I am the living sign
I'm the living sign, sign, I am the living sign
