Stacy Francis - Footloose/On Any Sunday lyrics

Ren Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got Chuck, Lyle & Travis Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got Wendy Jo Been working too damn hard I'm punching that same card Eight hours, I'm bustin' my bu*t Oh, tell me what I got All I got this feeling that time's just holding me down Ren & Urleen I hate this feeling time is holding me down All I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town Tonight I gotta cut loose Footloose Kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise Pull me offa my knees Jack, get back C'mon before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut footloose Rusty, Wendy Jo & Urleen You're playing so cool Obeying every rule Dig way down in your heart You're burning, yearning for some - All Somebody to tell you That life ain't pa**ing you by Rusty, Wendy Jo & Urleen Life ain't pa**ing me by All I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You can fly Ren If you'd only cut loose All Cut footloose All First! We've got to turn you around Second! Then put your feet on the ground Third! Now take a hold of your soul Life keeps holding me down Everybody cut everybody cut The scene shifts to Bomont Choir On any Sunday here we'll be Raising our voices in harmony One day once our trials have ceased We will be released Shaw On any Sunday, Lord I pray Tell me exactly the words to say Give me strength and maybe then I can reach my fellow men So we all may rise again Thank you, Lord, Amen (To Ren and Ethel) Welcome to Bomont Ren We've only been here two days and already Chicago seems a million miles away But we were barely hanging on there 'Specially with my father gone there's Not too many places we could stay But maybe Mom could find a job that's steady And maybe I could stand it for a year And maybe things won't be so bad And maybe I won't miss my dad And maybe we could start a new life here Parishoners Ooh, start a new life here Ren & Ethel Have I done the right thing? Picking up my life Packing up the past That's always fright'ning Have I done the right thing? Parishoners The right thing! The right thing! We strive to do what's right! The right thing! The right thing! Sin is a matter of black and white! Kids There's rumors going 'round about the new kid And everybody's talking til they're blue Cuz you know how a stranger is - If he's not dumb he's dangerous - But either way, at least it's something new Shaw Now I invite you to join my wife Vi and our daughter Ariel In this morning's convocation Shaw, Vi & Ariel God is love Follow him and never roam He has made the stars above Just to light your way back home Shaw Everybody! Ren & Ethel Choir Shaw & Vi Kids We've only been here two The right thing God Days and already The right thing is Chicago seems a million We strive to do love Miles away what's right Follow him and But we were barely hanging The right thing ne- On there 'Specially with my/his father The right thing ver Gone There's not too many places Sin is a matter of roam We could stay black and white He has made the But maybe Mom/I can find a The right thing stars Job that's steady The right thing a- There's rumors Goin' round Bove about And maybe I/Ren can stand We do the the new kid It for a year right thing Just to light Your And Everybody's Talkin' til They're blue Maybe things won't be so We strive to way But either way Bad it's something New And maybe I/Ren won't do back Miss my/his dad And maybe we can start a the right home Either way At least it's New life here thing something new All On any Sunday morning here we'll be Raising our voices in harmony Gathering to join the feast Asking nought but, Lord, at least We pray that one day once our trials have ceased We will be released