Lyrics:
And then dig it out with trowels in Mobile.
Chorus
Oh the Vicar is a bugger in Mobile,
Repeat
Oh the Vicar is a bugger, but the Curate is another,
So they
care if the vicar's hair is falling out
He's still got a beer pout
You don't care
You just don't care
Brown hot-cross buns in the bakery window
and Vicar's House, people packed in bars
All the chaste and junkies raising hands to God
Down the alley, sleeping rough, pressing darkness
To the ground, he
the plunge now he lives in misery
[Chorus:]
DAVEYYYYYYYYY Had no choice when the vicar's voice put him on the spot
DAVEYYYYYYYYY Davey's got hitched, Davey's
to the
Ground and beaten by the vicar's wife
And no-one stops to help they're far too
Busy trying to save their own lives
A tiny girl screams for mother
were at the door
Quarter past four
You were back again
Said your name was Ben
Then we went for more
Strippers and the vicars in the back,
Passou maquiagem botou cílios so pra vim vicar comigo
essa é as modelos de bandido essa é as modelos de bandido
Passou maquiagem botou cilios so
you is the claret stain, well played
Your soul's a burning one like vicar's fucking little sons
In purgatory going round forever doing hit and runs
Dear driver I got somewhere to be, yeah
Downtown, yeah that’s where I cut my teeth
I’m a bad bitch, call the vicar, finger on the trigger (bang bang)
they called me athiest at the church doors, because I refused to move
the vicar stands she waves her hands about says happy birthday
the girl across
like vicar!
LOVETT:
No, it has to be grocer --
It's green!
TODD:
The history of the world, my love --
LOVETT:
Save a lot of graves,
Do a lot
here
I had me a real good time, oooh.
The skinny girl made it clear,
That she only came here for the beer - that's a fact, oh yeah
The vicar he
good time, ooh
The skinny girl made it clear
That she only came here for the beer
That's a fact, oh, yeah
The vicar he simply reeked of gin, good God
here
I had me a real good time, oooh.
The skinny girl made it clear,
That she only came here for the beer - that's a fact, oh yeah
The vicar he
of police or vice-chancellor
Lord and lady, blah blah
The vicar or the judge
You are dancing to my little red book
Because you bit me, bit me, bit me,
good time, ooh
The skinny girl made it clear
That she only came here for the beer
That's a fact, oh, yeah
The vicar he simply reeked of gin, good God
seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves
He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home
"Ah-choo, excuse me"
Please
and digging graves
He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home
"Ah-choo, excuse me"
Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed
As you
if you want to
If you don't want to, don't stay
Somebody shot the vicar, and the minister's on his way
Sellin' open legs on the corner
Punchin'
notice it's grocer
Looks thicker
More like vicar
No, it has to be grocer-it's green
The history of the world, my love
Save a lot of graves
Do
That night I saw the flames flicker on the television set
The vicar's tears fell as he faced the camera men
And my mother grabbed her crucifix
while there's still time.
You have an angel on your shoulder
But you wear the old god's horns.
And you dance around the maypole
While the vicar
to back.
So I walked down the aisle, dressed in style,
The vicar took a look at me and then began to smile.
The organ started playing. The bells began
[Chorus]
The skinny girl made it clear
That she only came here for the beer
The vicar simply reeked of gin
On my way home I happened to fall off my
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