Standard (EADGBE)

I was minding my business lifting some lead off

The roof of the Holy Name Church

It was worthwhile living a laughable life

Just to 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 collects the money in the cannister

Who comes sliding down the banister

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

Said, -my man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned-

As Rose counts the money in the cannister

As natural as rain he dances again

Vicar in a tutu

Oh yeah

Oh yeah...

Vicar in a tutu

Oh yeah

Oh yeah...

The next day in the pulpit with freedom and ease

Combating ignorance, dust and disease

As Rose counts the money in the cannister

As natural as raihe dances again and again and again

And the fabric of a tutu

Any man could get used to

And I am a living sign

I~m a living sign....

I~m a living sign....

that is basically the song in it~s entirety...