(Letter, we're going 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 you 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's opinion, all we really seek
Mavis's opinion, all we, should we...

Lie while he's still alive?
Should we lie while he's still alive?
'Cos 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 has ended
Found him gagged and bound in stockings and suspenders
D'dear Mavis if you tell us what you're thoughts are
And I hope that they're not biased 'cos you are the vicar's daughter

Mavis's opinion,all we really seek
Mavis's opinion, all we, should we...

Lie now that he has died?
Should we lie now that he has died?
'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it

And we know that he's a vicar and by night a part time stripper
And the 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 cos we've seen him with his kit off

Should we lie now that he has died?
Should we lie now that he has died?
'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it, oh s**t!