I was minding mind business
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Lifting some lead off
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The roof of the Holy Name church
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It was worthwhile living a laughable life
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Just to set my eyes on a blistering sight
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Of a vicar in a tutu
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He's not strange
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He just wants to live his life this way
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A scanty bit of a thing
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With a decorative ring
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That wouldn't cover the head of a child
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As Rose collects the money in the canister
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Who comes sliding down the banister
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The vicar in a tutu
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He's not strange
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He just wants to live his life this way
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The monkish monsignor
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With a head full of plaster
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Said "my man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned"
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As Rose counts the money in the canister
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As natural as rain
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He dances again
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My God
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Vicar in a tutu, oh yeah
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The next day in the pulpit
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With freedom and ease
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Combating ignorance, dust and disease
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As Rose counts the money in the canister
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As natural as rain he dances again
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And again and again
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The fabric of a tutu
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Any man could get used to
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And I am a living sign
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Vicar In A Tutu
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| The Smiths |
