Footloose/On Any Sunday

Footloose/On Any Sunday

Ren

Been working so hard

I'm punching my card

Eight hours, for what?

Oh, tell me what I got

Chuck, Lyle & Travis

Been working so hard

I'm punching my card

Eight hours, for what?

Oh, tell me what I got

Wendy Jo

Been working too damn hard

I'm punching that same card

Eight hours, I'm bustin' my butt

Oh, tell me what I got

All

I got this feeling that time's just holding me down

Ren & Urleen

I hate this feeling time is holding me down

All

I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town

Tonight I gotta cut loose

Footloose

Kick off your Sunday shoes

Please, Louise

Pull me offa my knees

Jack, get back

C'mon before we crack

Lose your blues

Everybody cut footloose

Rusty, Wendy Jo & Urleen

You're playing so cool

Obeying every rule

Dig way down in your heart

You're burning, yearning for some -

All

Somebody to tell you

That life ain't passing you by

Rusty, Wendy Jo & Urleen

Life ain't passing me by

All

I'm trying to tell you

It will if you don't even try

You can fly

Ren

If you'd only cut loose

All

Cut footloose

All

First!

We've got to turn you around

Second!

Then put your feet on the ground

Third!

Now take a hold of your soul

Life keeps holding me down

Everybody cut everybody cut

The scene shifts to Bomont

Choir

On any Sunday here we'll be

Raising our voices in harmony

One day once our trials have ceased

We will be released

Shaw

On any Sunday, Lord I pray

Tell me exactly the words to say

Give me strength and maybe then

I can reach my fellow men

So we all may rise again

Thank you, Lord, Amen.

(To Ren and Ethel)

Welcome to Bomont

Ren

We've only been here two days and already

Chicago seems a million miles away

But we were barely hanging on there

'Specially with my father gone there's

Not too many places we could stay

But maybe Mom could find a job that's steady

And maybe I could stand it for a year

And maybe things won't be so bad

And maybe I won't miss my dad

And maybe we could start a new life here

Parishoners

Ooh, start a new life here

Ren & Ethel

Have I done the right thing?

Picking up my life

Packing up the past

That's always fright'ning

Have I done the right thing?

Parishoners

The right thing!

The right thing!

We strive to do what's right!

The right thing!

The right thing!

Sin is a matter of black and white!

Kids

There's rumors going 'round about the new kid

And everybody's talking til they're blue

Cuz you know how a stranger is -

If he's not dumb he's dangerous -

But either way, at least it's something new

Shaw

Now I invite you to join my wife Vi and our daughter Ariel

in this morning's convocation

Shaw, Vi & Ariel

God is love

Follow him and never roam

He has made the stars above

Just to light your way back home

Shaw

Everybody!

Ren & Ethel Choir Shaw & Vi Kids

We've only been here two The right thing God

days and already The right thing is

Chicago seems a million We strive to do love

miles away what's right

Follow him and

But we were barely hanging The right thing ne-

on there

'Specially with my/his father The right thing ver

gone

There's not too many places Sin is a matter of roam

we could stay black and white

He has made the

But maybe Mom/I can find a The right thing stars

job that's steady The right thing a- There's rumors

goin' round

bove about

And maybe I/Ren can stand We do the the new kid

it for a year right thing Just to light

your And

everybody's

talkin' til

they're blue

Maybe things won't be so We strive to way But either way

bad it's something

new

And maybe I/Ren won't do back

miss my/his dad

And maybe we can start a the right home Either way

at least it's

new life here thing something new

All

On any Sunday morning here we'll be

Raising our voices in harmony

Gathering to join the feast

Asking nought but, Lord, at least

We pray that one day once our trials have ceased

We will be released