It was worthwhile living a laughable life
That wouldn't cover the head of a goose
Oh yeah, oh oh oh oh oh
In the fabric of a tutu any man could get used to

As natural as rain he dances again, my God
As Rose counts the money in the cannister
The vicar in a tutu, oh yeah yeah
Who comes sliding down the banister?

The vicar in a tutu
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

I am a living sign, I am a living sign
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah la la la
Said, "My man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned"
I am a living sign, I am a living sign, sign

As natural as rain he dances again and again and again
Of a vicar in a tutu, he's not strange
And I am the living sign, I am the living sign
I am a living sign
Combating ignorance, dust, and disease
A scanty bit of a thing with a decorative ring

The next day in the pulpit with Freedom and Ease
He just wants to live his life this way
To set my eyes on the blistering sight

As Rose collects the money in a cannister
As Rose counts the money in the cannister