Sunday Morning Fever

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!