Sunday Morning Fever

Sunday Morning Fever is the opening number to Act 2 of the stage adaptation of Sister Act. Performed as a montage number, the convent and its church gain a vast congregation and money to refurbish it much to Mother Superior and Eddie being distressed by Deloris' antics. It leads to the monsignor learning of the Pope's wish to see them perform.
==Lyrics (London)==
(Spoken)
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!
(Sung)
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!
(Spoken)
Mother Superior: Queen of Angels is not your grandma's church anymore.
God help your grandmother if it were.
(Sung)
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 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.
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!)
(Spoken)
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 called 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!
(Sung)
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 true 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!
==Broadway==
(Spoken)
Monsignor Howard: It's all about the love and the giving, you people are marvelous, if you do, please put your hands together. In the name of the father, the son, and you-know-who I give you Sister Mary Clarence and our Own Queen Of Angels singers! Lay it on us, sisters!
(Sung)
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!
(Spoken)
Mother Superior: Queen of Angels is not your grandma's church anymore.
God help your grandmother if it were.
(Sung)
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: (Carrying a stack of newspapers) Sisters, sisters, the reviews are in! Philadelphia Inquirer! If you see only one Roman Catholic mass this season, let... Now we got the balcony open for the first time in thirty years! Let's hear it from the balcony! Now let's 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 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.
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!)
(Spoken)
Monsignor Howard:A miracle! A miracle in the order of fish and loaves! Sisters! I have glad tidings!! I have spoken with the deacons, the bishop, the archbishops, and Cardinal Krol.
Mother Superior:What are your glad tidings, Monsignor?
Monsignor Howard:We have been invited to perform for His Holiness —
Sister Mary Theresa: Johnny Carson? The POPE! NEW POPE!
Monsignor Howard:That’s right, sisters, can you believe it? The pope, new pope, POPE PAUL THE SIXTH!!!!
(Sung)
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 true 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!
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