I was minding my business Lifting some lead off The roof of the Holy Name church It was worthwhile living a laughable life To set my eyes on the blistering sight Of a Vicar in a 2-2
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 canister As natural as rain He dances again My God! The Vicar in a 3-2
The next day in the pulpit With freedom and ease Combatting ignorance, dust, and disease As Rose counts the money in the canister As natural as rain He dances again and again and again In the fabric of a 4-2 Any man could get used to And I am the living sign