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 cannister 
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 cannister 
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 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'm a living sign 
I am a living sign 
I'm a living sign 
I am a living sign 
I'm a living sign 
Sign ... 
I am a living sign