Vicar in a Tutu - 2008 Remaster

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 the canister
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 canister
As natural as rain and he dances again, my God

Vicar in a tutu, oh-yeah, yeah
Oh-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
La-la-la-la

Vicar in a tutu, oh-yeah
Oh-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah

The next day in the pulpit, with freedom and ease
Combatting ignorance, dust with disease
As Rose counts the money in the canister
As natural as rain, and he dances again and again, and again

With a fabric of a tutu any man could get used to
And I am the living sign
And I'm a living sign
I'm a living sign, I'm a living sign
I am a living sign, I'm a living sign, sign
I'm a living sign



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Patrick Morrissey, Johnny Marr
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