Therapy - Vicar in a tutu

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 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 With a decorative ring That wouldn't cover the head of a child As Rose collects the money in a cannister Who comes sliding down the bannister 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 The next day in the pulpit With Freedom and Ease Combatting ignorance, dust and disease As Rose counts the money in the cannister As natural as rain He dances again The fabric of a tutu Any man could get used to And I am a living sign