E
I was minding my business lifting some lead off
E
The roof of the Holy Name Church
E
It was worthwhile living a laughable life
E
Just to set my eyes on a blistering sight
                C#m
Of a vicar in a tutu

He~s not strange
        A                           B
He just wants to live his life this way


E
A scanty bit of a thing with a decorative ring
E
That wouldn~t cover the head of a child
E
As Rose collects the money in the cannister
E
Who comes sliding down the banister
               C#m
The vicar in a tutu

He~s not strange
        A                           B
He just wants to live his life this way


E
The monkish monsignor with a head full of plaster
E
Said, -my man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned-
E
As Rose counts the money in the cannister
E
As natural as rain he dances again
           C#m
Vicar in a tutu

Oh yeah
   A    B
Oh yeah...


E     E     E     E

           C#m
Vicar in a tutu

Oh yeah
   A      B
Oh yeah...


E
The next day in the pulpit with freedom and ease
E
Combating ignorance, dust and disease
E
As Rose counts the money in the cannister
E
As natural as raihe dances again and again and again
                    C#m
And the fabric of a tutu

Any man could get used to
    A             B
And I am a living sign


             C#m     A   B
I~m a living sign....
             C#m     A   B
I~m a living sign....