Vicar In A Tutu Lyrics - The Queen Is Dead - The Smiths

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 ? 

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 canister 

As natural as rain 

He dances again 

My God! 

The Vicar in a tutu 

Oh yeah 

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Oh... 

The Vicar in a tutu 

Oh yeah 

Oh... 

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