(Letter)
(Compelled to write this letter)
Dear Mavis, I'm compelled to write this letter
In the hope that you may soon be getting better
I've a feeling you should go and see a doctor
If you haven't then you know you really oughta
I was worried, so I went to see the vicar
But before I could confess, he first confessed to be a stripper
Dear Mavis, it was very strange to see him
So I thought I'd write and ask for your opinion
Should I grass on him, report him to the cardinal?
Or whether I should egg him on to turn professional?
If I dob on him, they'll call him plastic scouser
But the only thing the stripper vicar wears is plastic trousers
Mavis' opinion
All we really seek
Mavis' opinion
All we
Should we lie, while he's still alive?
Should we lie, while he's still alive?
'Cause when the vicar strips, he gets away with it
Dear Mavis, thought I'd follow up my letter
Drop a line about the fate of our poor vicar
Very tragically his time on Earth is ended
Found him gagged and bound in stockings and suspenders
Dear Mavis, if you tell us what your thoughts are
And I hope that they're not biased
'Cause you are the vicar's daughter
Mavis' opinion
All we really seek
Mavis' opinion
All we
Should we lie, now that he has died?
Should we lie, now that he has died?
'Cause when the vicar strips, he gets away with it
(And we know him as our vicar)
(And by night a part-time stripper)
(And our vicar got suspended)
(In his stockings and suspenders)
(And he's making wine from water)
(While he dresses like his daughter)
(And we know that he's a rip off)
('Cause we've seen him with his kit off)
Should we lie, now that he has died? (And we know him as our vicar, and by night a part-time stripper, and our vicar got suspended, in his stockings and suspenders)
Should we lie, now that he has died? (And he's making wine from water, while he dresses like his daughter, and we know that he's a rip off, 'cause we've seen him with his kit off)
'Cause when the vicar strips, he gets away with it
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