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Sunday Morning Fever

๐Ÿ‘ค Sheila Hancock; Patina Miller; Claire Greenway; Julia Sutton; Katie Rowley Jones; Ian Lavender โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Sister Act: A Divine Musical Comedy (Original London Cast Recording) โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 5:54
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Welcome back, faithful followers old and new
And now, to raise the temperature even higher
We have a brand-new hymn by our very own 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 till you feel your spirit move
Come and get that Sunday morning fever
Give the Lord a try

Queen of Angels is not your grandma's church anymore
God help your grandmother if it were
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

Welcome back, O multitudes
Our humble sanctuary overflows with your fabulous devotions!
So
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 get that Sunday morning fever
Make your footsies fly

By popular demand, Queen of Angels Church expands
To eight masses per Sunday
All fueled by the high-octane choir direction
Of the fabulous Sister Mary Clarence
Deloris!
What part of "hiding out" don't you understand?
This keeps going and crowds keep growing
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 dippity
A ding-dong-dippity-dee
I'm a celibate Sister
But I'm hot as a blister
So hang on to your rosary
Now I may be a fossil
But my skills are colossal
And I rock the mic just like an apostle
And I don't stop 'till your doubts go pop
And I take you over the top

We got Matt, Mark, Luke, and John
Those guys are pros and they ain't no cons
So let's party on til the break, break of dawn
Like a sancti-funkadelic orgasma-tron

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

Ahh, beep beep
Dudes and chicks (beep beep)
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
Raise your hands (uh-huh)
Get them clapping (uh-huh)
And you'll see that miracles can happen (aw, beep beep)

Sisters! Sisters, I bear remarkable news
A miracle has happened
Bishop Donahue read last week's newspaper article
About our choir!
No, no, no, wait, that is not the news, no
He called Archbishop Marsukis
Who called Cardinal McCanna
Who has invited us to sing this week
Let me finish!
He has invited us to sing this week
For a special visitor
A very special visitor
From
The Vatican!
You mean the Po-Po-oh
The Po- Po- ho
Calm down, Sister
You mean the Pope?
That's right, Sisters! Can you believe it?
The Pope 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
Can't you feel
That Sunday fever

Just imagine what the Pope will make of them
Every sequined booty shake of them (Cool it down, ya gotta promise me you will)
Let us pray he isn't too censorial (Or you'll blow it, guarantee you will)
And that somehow God's true glory'll rise (And the odds that Shank will see you will rise)
Sunday fever rise

Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
Sunday fever, rise!

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:03.70] Welcome back, faithful followers old and new
[00:07.89] And now, to raise the temperature even higher
[00:11.47] We have a brand-new hymn by our very own Queen of Angels
[00:14.98] Or should I say -
[00:16.38] Disco Queen of Angels Choir
[00:19.33] Hit it, sisters!
[00:22.03] Spread the news
[00:23.47] It's time to rock the pews
[00:25.06] We've got the Sunday morning fever
[00:29.15] It's a sound that turns your soul around
[00:32.86] Until it makes you a believer
[00:37.21] Every priest
[00:38.96] Every deacon
[00:40.59] Everyone who feels the beat starts freakin'
[00:44.26] Catch the bug
[00:46.16] Ride the groove
[00:47.74] Boogie till you feel your spirit move
[00:51.64] Come and get that Sunday morning fever
[00:57.50] Give the Lord a try
[01:01.28] Queen of Angels is not your grandma's church anymore
[01:05.64] God help your grandmother if it were
[01:08.09] Everything that woman does
[01:11.83] Infects us more and more
[01:15.78] Things were bad the way it was
[01:19.21] But Lord, you're killing us with the cure
[01:22.97] Welcome back, O multitudes
[01:27.25] Our humble sanctuary overflows with your fabulous devotions!
[01:31.06] So
[01:31.83] Get down, get down, get down
[01:33.15] On your knees
[01:34.54] And show the Lord how deep
[01:36.23] Is your love
[01:37.84] Girls and boys
[01:39.20] Come make a joyful noise
[01:41.01] And do the Sunday morning hustle
[01:45.11] Bump that thing
[01:46.43] In praise of Christ the King
[01:48.43] Until you pull your pelvic muscle
[01:52.59] Get confessed
[01:54.48] Get anointed
[01:56.37] Then get down like you were double jointed
[02:00.05] Feel the flow
[02:01.70] Dig the scene
[02:03.63] Shake it like you're Mary Magdalene
[02:07.44] Come and get that Sunday morning fever
[02:13.37] Make your footsies fly
[02:16.89] By popular demand, Queen of Angels Church expands
[02:20.69] To eight masses per Sunday
[02:22.31] All fueled by the high-octane choir direction
[02:24.69] Of the fabulous Sister Mary Clarence
[02:26.76] Deloris!
[02:27.95] What part of "hiding out" don't you understand?
[02:31.20] This keeps going and crowds keep growing
[02:34.10] The word is gonna spread
[02:38.73] Every mention just brings more attention
[02:42.21] And you won't be so fabulous if you're dead
[02:46.27] Now put your hands in the air
[02:47.90] And wave 'em all around in prayer
[02:50.08] Let your funky behavior
[02:50.10] Show that you and the Savior
[02:51.94] Got each other like Sonny and Cher
[02:54.10] A hip, hop
[02:55.22] A hippity, a dippity
[02:56.30] A ding-dong-dippity-dee
[02:58.12] I'm a celibate Sister
[02:59.22] But I'm hot as a blister
[03:00.30] So hang on to your rosary
[03:02.53] Now I may be a fossil
[03:03.36] But my skills are colossal
[03:04.10] And I rock the mic just like an apostle
[03:06.22] And I don't stop 'till your doubts go pop
[03:08.42] And I take you over the top
[03:10.35] We got Matt, Mark, Luke, and John
[03:12.52] Those guys are pros and they ain't no cons
[03:14.66] So let's party on til the break, break of dawn
[03:16.50] Like a sancti-funkadelic orgasma-tron
[03:18.79] Get the vibe
[03:20.35] Make some noise
[03:22.39] Do the bus stop with the altar boys
[03:26.39] You can bet that Sunday morning fever
[03:32.06] Is the reason why
[03:35.44] Ahh, beep beep
[03:37.65] Dudes and chicks (beep beep)
[03:38.95] Whip out your crucifix (toot toot)
[03:40.54] And join the Sunday celebration (uh-huh, join the celebration)
[03:44.38] Genuflect (toot toot)
[03:45.74] Give God his due respect (beep beep)
[03:47.92] Then put your backside in rotation
[03:51.88] Raise your hands (uh-huh)
[03:54.03] Get them clapping (uh-huh)
[03:55.53] And you'll see that miracles can happen (aw, beep beep)
[03:59.65] Sisters! Sisters, I bear remarkable news
[04:02.97] A miracle has happened
[04:04.57] Bishop Donahue read last week's newspaper article
[04:06.10] About our choir!
[04:09.69] No, no, no, wait, that is not the news, no
[04:11.82] He called Archbishop Marsukis
[04:13.53] Who called Cardinal McCanna
[04:15.19] Who has invited us to sing this week
[04:19.38] Let me finish!
[04:20.11] He has invited us to sing this week
[04:22.50] For a special visitor
[04:23.66] A very special visitor
[04:25.73] From
[04:27.17] The Vatican!
[04:29.23] You mean the Po-Po-oh
[04:32.36] The Po- Po- ho
[04:35.65] Calm down, Sister
[04:37.58] You mean the Pope?
[04:41.98] That's right, Sisters! Can you believe it?
[04:43.77] The Pope himself!
[04:47.58] Praise the Lord
[04:49.17] Join the flock
[04:51.02] Party til you make the cloister rock
[04:54.61] Won't regret that Sunday morning fever
[05:00.66] Kiss those sins goodbye
[05:03.84] Fill the church
[05:05.78] Pass the plate
[05:07.75] Everybody transubstantiate
[05:11.29] Come and get that Sunday morning fever
[05:16.92] Supernatural high
[05:20.79] Mass appeal
[05:22.34] Was never so real
[05:24.08] Can't you feel
[05:26.16] That Sunday fever
[05:28.03] Just imagine what the Pope will make of them
[05:31.98] Every sequined booty shake of them (Cool it down, ya gotta promise me you will)
[05:35.77] Let us pray he isn't too censorial (Or you'll blow it, guarantee you will)
[05:39.45] And that somehow God's true glory'll rise (And the odds that Shank will see you will rise)
[05:43.37] Sunday fever rise
[05:46.16] Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
[05:47.56] Sunday fever, rise!
[05:50.26]

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