Therapy Vicar In A Tutu Lyrics

I was minding my business
Lifting some lead off
A roof of a holy name church
It was worthwhile living a laughable life
When i set my eyes on a 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 child
As Rose clicks the money in a cannister
Who comes sliding down the bannister
But a vicar in a tutu he’s not strange
He just wants to live his life this way

The monkish monsignor
With his head full of plaster
Said, “My man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned”
As Rose clicks the money in the cannister As natural as rain he dances again and again and again
And a vicar in a tutu is not strange
He just wants to live his life this way

The next day in the pulpit
With freedom and ease
Combatting ignorance, dust and disease
As Rose clicks the money in the cannister
As natural as rain he dances again my god
And a vicar in a tutu is not strange
He just wants to live his life this way
And a vicar in a tutu is not strange
He just want to live his life this way

And i am a living sign
And i am a living sign
And i am a living sign
And i am a living sign