MARY LAZARUS: 3:48 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!
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 'til you feel your spirit move! Come and get that Sunday morning fever Give the Lord a try! Queen of Angels 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! Oh, 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 mosses 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 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 mic 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 they ain't no con So let's party on 'Til the break-break of 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! Aw - 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! (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!) 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 Narsutius Who called Cardinal McCanna Who has invited us to sing this week! Will you 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 - Po The Po-po-po Calm down, Sister You mean the Po -? 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 And can'tcha feel that Sunday fever Just imagine what the Pope will make of them! Every sequined booty-shake of them (cool it down, you 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) Thank God it's Sunday (rise, rise, rise, rise) Thank God it's Sunday (rise, rise, rise, rise) Sunday fever rise!
MONSIGNOR HOWARD: [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!] 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: [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! MONSIGNOR HOWARD: [Welcome back, o multitudes! Our humble sanctuary overflows with your fabulous devotion! So, get down, get down, get down on your knees, and show the Lord how deep is your love.] 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! EDDIE: [“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! NUNS: 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: [Sisters, sisters! I bear remarkable news! A miracle has happened! Bishop Donahue read last week’s newspaper article about our choir…] NUNS: Ooh! MONSIGNOR HOWARD: [No, no, no… Wait that’s not the news! He called Archbishop Narsutis, who colled Cardinal McCanna, who has invited us to sing this week…] NUNS: Ooh! MONSIGNOR HOWARD: [Uh uh hum, uh uh hum 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! You mean the Po-ho-ho -] MONSIGNOR HOWARD: [That’s right - can you believe it? The Po-ho-ho himself!] 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! EDDIE: 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! Thanks to you! 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!
MARY LAZARUS: 3:48
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!
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 'til you feel your spirit move!
Come and get that Sunday morning fever
Give the Lord a try!
Queen of Angels 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!
Oh, 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 mosses 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 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 mic 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 they ain't no con
So let's party on
'Til the break-break of 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!
Aw - 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! (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!)
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 Narsutius
Who called Cardinal McCanna
Who has invited us to sing this week!
Will you 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 - Po
The Po-po-po
Calm down, Sister
You mean the Po -?
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
And can'tcha feel that Sunday fever
Just imagine what the Pope will make of them!
Every sequined booty-shake of them (cool it down, you 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)
Thank God it's Sunday (rise, rise, rise, rise)
Thank God it's Sunday (rise, rise, rise, rise)
Sunday fever rise!
MONSIGNOR HOWARD:
[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!]
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:
[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!
MONSIGNOR HOWARD:
[Welcome back, o multitudes! Our humble
sanctuary overflows with your fabulous
devotion! So, get down, get
down, get down
on your knees, and show the Lord
how deep is your love.]
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!
EDDIE:
[“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!
NUNS:
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:
[Sisters, sisters! I bear remarkable news!
A miracle has happened! Bishop Donahue
read last week’s newspaper article about
our choir…]
NUNS:
Ooh!
MONSIGNOR HOWARD:
[No, no, no… Wait that’s not the news!
He called
Archbishop Narsutis, who colled Cardinal
McCanna, who has invited us to sing
this week…]
NUNS:
Ooh!
MONSIGNOR HOWARD:
[Uh uh hum, uh uh hum 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! You mean the Po-ho-ho -]
MONSIGNOR HOWARD:
[That’s right - can you believe it?
The Po-ho-ho himself!]
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!
EDDIE:
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!
Thanks to you!
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!