Alan Menken - Sunday Morning Fever lyrics

MONSIGNOR HOWARD: DELORIS/NUNS: Spread the news! It's time to rock the pews! We've got the sunday Morning fever! It's a sound That turns your soul around Until it makes you a believer Every priest Every deacon Everyone who feels the beat Starts freakin' Catch the bug! Ride the groove! Boogie 'til you feel your spirit move! Come and get that Sunday morning fever Give the Lord a try! MOTHER SUPERIOR: Everything that woman does Infects us more and more Things were bad the way it was But Lord, you're k**ing us with The cure! MONSIGNOR HOWARD: MARY PATRICK: Girls and boys, come make a Joyful noise And do the sunday morning hustle! Bump that thing in praise of Christ the king Until you pull your pelvic muscle! NUNS Get confessed! Get anointed! Then get down Like you were double-jointed! Feel the flow! Dig the scene! Shake it like you're Mary Magdalene! Come and let that sunday Morning fever! Make your footsies fly! ["By popular demand, Queen of Angels Church has expanded to eight mosses per Sunday, all fuelled by the high octane Choir direction of the fabulous sister Mary Clarence." Deloris - what part of "hiding out" don't you understand?] This keeps goin' And crowds keep growin' – The word is gonna spread Every mention Just brings more attention And you won't be so fabulous if You're dead ALL NUNS: Now, put your hands in the air! And wave 'em all around in prayer! Let your funky behavior Show that you and the savior Got each other like Sonny and Cher! MARY LAZARUS: A hip, hop. A hippity a hippity A ding dong dippity dee! I'm a celibate sister But I'm hot as a blister So hang onto your rosary! Now I may be a fossil But my sk**s Are colossal And I rock the mig just like an apostle And I don't stop 'til your doubts go pop And I take you over the top! We got Matt, Mark, (Matt, Mark) Luke and John. (Luke, John) Those guys are pros And that ain't no con So let's party on 'til the break-break-a-dawn Like a sanctifunkadelic Orgasmatron! Get the vibe, make some noise! Do the bus stop with the altar boys! You can bet that Sunday morning fever Is the reason why! MARY ROBERT/NUNS: (Aw - beep beep!) Dudes and chicks, (beep deep!) Whip out your crucifix (toot, toot) And join the sunday celebration! (uh-huh! Join the celebration!) Genuflect, (toot, toot) Give God his due respect (Beep, beep) Then put your backside in rotation! (Well, well, well, well) Raise your hands! (Uh-huh!) Get them clappin'! (Uh-huh!) And you'll see that miracles can Happen! (Aw - beep, beep!) MONSIGNOR HOWARD: Ooh! MONSIGNOR HOWARD: Ooh! MONSIGNOR HOWARD: MARY PATRICK: MOTHER SUPERIOR: MONSIGNOR HOWARD: DELORIS/NUNS/CONSTRUCTION WORKERS: Praise the Lord! Join the flock! Party 'til you make the cloister rock! Won't regret that sunday Morning fever – Kiss those sins goodbye! Fill the church! Pa** the plate! Everybody transubstantiate Come and get that sunday Morning fever Supernatural high! Ma** appeal was never so real And can'tcha feel that sunday fever... MOTHER SUPERIOR: Just imagine what the Pope Will make of them! Every sequined booty-shake Of them Let us pray he isn't too censorial And that somehow God's trae Glory'll rise Sunday fiver rise! Cool it down Ya gotta promise me ya will Or you'll blow it, guarantee ya will And the odds that Shank will see Ya will rise Sunday fever rise! MONSIGNOR HOWARD: Good Lord! All this, right in front of our eyes Sunday fever rise! NUNS/WORKERS: Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Thank God it's sunday! Sunday fever rise!