Musical Sister Act
Sunday Morning Fever
Deloris, Mother Superior, Mary Patrick, Eddie, Mary Lazarus, Mary Robert, Monsignor,
Monsignor Howard: Welcome back, faithful followers old and New!
And it is a new day, indeed, here at Queen of Angels Church, thanks to your tireless efforts and generous donations.
Is it hot in here, or is it just us? Thank you, Mary Clarence, for that wonderful joke.
And now to raise the temperature even higher, we have a brand new hymn by our very Queen of angels
Or should i say Disco queen of angels - Choir! Hit it, sisters!
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!
Give the lord a try!
Mother Superior: Queen of Angels is not your grandma's church anymore. God help your grandmother if it were
"A few weeks ago this downtown parish was on the rocks, but now its sisters are rocking a new tune and the congregation is rolling in the aisles" Indeed
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: Welcome back, o multitudes! Our humble sanctuary overflows with your fabulous devotion!
We're feelin' hot-hot-hot! Sssst. Ouch. And how 'bout these stained glass windows, provided by the Bikers of The Lord,
formerly known as Satan's Psychos.
Now, if you can't find a seat in the Nave, the Youth Ministry has set up a closed-circuit television in the Parish Hall
that you may all still get-down, get-down, get-down on your knees and show the Lord how deep is your love!
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!
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!
Eddie: "By popular demand, Queen of angels Church expanded to eight Masses per Sunday,
all fuelled by the high-octane choir direction of the fabulous Sister Mary Clarence."
Deloris, 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
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!
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 mike 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, Luke and 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!
/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, give God His (Toot, toot!)
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: Sisters, sisters! I bear remarkable news!
A miracle has happened! Bishop Donahue read last week's newspaper article about our choir
Nuns: Oooh!
Monsignor Howard: Wait, that's not the news!
He called Archbishop Narsutis, who colled Cardinal McCanna, who has invited us to sing this week
Nuns: Oooh!
Monsignor Howard: No, no, let me finish! He has invited us to sing this week for a special visitor, a very special visitor from the VATICAN!
Mary Patrick: You mean the Po-ho-ho-?! the Po-ho-ho-?!
Mother Superior: Calm down, sister! The Po-ho-ho-?!
Monsignor Howard: That's right, Sisters! Can you believe it?
The Po-ho-ho himself!
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
(Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!)
Just imagine what the pope
Will make of them!
Every sequined, booty-shake of them
Cool it down, ya gotta promise me ya will
(Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!)
Good lord! Thanks to you! All this, Right in front of our
Right in front of our
Or you'll blow it, guarantee ya will
And the odds that shank will see ya will
Let us pray he isn't too censorial
And that somehow God's true glory'll
(Rise!)
Thank God it's Sunday! Thank God it's Sunday
Eyes! Thank God it's Sunday!
Eyes!
Rise!
Rise!
(Sunday fever rise!)
Sunday fever rise!
Sunday fever rise!
Sunday fever rise!
Sunday fever rise!
