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!