Wait around, I'll be walking quite a while, don't be late
Hard to take, vicar twists and gets away
His [bad word]  his dress is stunning
He's got high heels on
And his flock don't care now
Mavis what he will wear

In the path of righteous man
There [bad word] where I stand
I'll be the one, you can kiss his vase
Until the end of the month

Vicar stay 'cos your lipstick smeared away from your face
Vicar twist, grey pajamas in your case
His tights are nylon, his nails by revlon
He's got high heels on
And his flock don't care now
Mavis what he will wear

And if you should see me passing by
Do not disturb me as I fly
Though I am far away
This is where I'll be