Sunday Morning Fever

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 killing 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 skills
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! Pass the plate!
Everybody transubstantiate
Come and get that sunday
Morning fever

Supernatural high!
Mass 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!