Vicar in a Tutu - 2017 Master
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 canister
Who comes sliding down the bannister?
A 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, he dances again, my God
The Vicar in a tutu, oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The Vicar in a tutu, oh yeah
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
In the fabric of a tutu
Any man could get used to
And I am the living sign
And I'm the living sign, I'm the living sign
And I'm the living sign, I'm the living sign
And I'm the living sign, sign, I'm the living sign
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 canister
Who comes sliding down the bannister?
A 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, he dances again, my God
The Vicar in a tutu, oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The Vicar in a tutu, oh yeah
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
In the fabric of a tutu
Any man could get used to
And I am the living sign
And I'm the living sign, I'm the living sign
And I'm the living sign, I'm the living sign
And I'm the living sign, sign, I'm the living sign
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Patrick Morrissey, Johnny Marr
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