Vicar in a Tu‐Tu Songtext
von 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
Chewing the decorative ring
Wouldn't cover the head of a goose
As Rose collects the money in the cannister
Who comes sliding down the bannister?

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
And he dances again, my God
Vicar in a tutu

Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh

The Vicar in a tutu
Oh yeah
Oh

The next day in the pulpit
With freedom and ease
Combatting ignorance, dust with disease
As Rose counts the money in the cannister
As natural as Rain

He dances again and again and again
With a fabric of a tutu
Any man could get used to
And I am the living sign


I'm the living sign
I'm a living sign
I′m a living sign
I′m a living sign
A living sign, sign
I'm a living sign