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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....
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