Footloose / On Any Sunday

Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what Oh, tell me what I got Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? For what? (For what?) For what? (For what?) For what!? Been working too damn hard I'm punching that same card Eight hours of bustin' my butt! Oh, tell me what I've got I've got this feeling That time is holding me down (I hate this feeling time is holding me down) 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 off of my knees Jack, get back Come on before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut footloose! Hey! Hey, Ren! We heard you're moving! What?! He's leaving Chicago? Yeah, he's moving to some small town nobody's ever heard of Hey, people have heard of it! They don't even have a zipcode! Haha, what's the name of it? Look, it's close to everything People are flocking to it from all over! What's the name of it!? ... Bomont Bomont? Where the hell is Bomont?! You're playing so cool Obeying every rule Dig way down in your heart You're burning, yearning for some Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by (Life ain't passing me by!) I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You can fly (You can fly) If you'd only cut Cut footloose Woah Cut footloose Woah Cut footloose! Ma, where are you gonna put that stuff? I can't close the trunk, the backseat's full! Ren, don't start, I don't wanna leave anymore than you do Yeah, right! Look, I too wish your father hadn't left I too wish that things could be the way they were (Okay, okay) And we both wish I could be one of those Strong single moms who suddenly becomes self-sufficient But I'm not! Please feel free to disagree We've got a ten-hour drive; I'm sure I'll think of something (First) We've got to turn you around (Second) And put your feet on the ground (Third) Now take the hold of your soul Oh, life keeps holding me down! Everybody cut, everybody cut Everybody cut, everybody cut Everybody cut, everybody cut Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Ahhh On any Sunday, here we'll be Raising our voices in harmony One day, once our trials have ceased We will be released On any Sunday, Lord I pray Tell me exactly the words to say Give me strength, and maybe then I can reach my fellow man So we all may rise again Thank you, Lord Amen (Ooh) (Ahh) Welcome to Bomont! 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 will find a job that's steady And maybe I can stand it for a year And maybe things won't be so bad And maybe I won't miss my dad And maybe we can start a new life here (Ahh, start a new life here!) Have I done the right thing? Picking up my life, packing up the past That's always frightening Have I done the right thing? 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 This morning, we welcome to our parish Two new souls just arrived from Chicago Ethel McCormick and her son... Ron, is it? Ren Hm? Speak up, let the Lord hear your voice Ren! Ren McCormick Ren? Interesting name Is it short for something? Nope There's rumors going 'round about the new kid And everybody's talking 'til they're blue 'Cause you know how a stranger is If he's not dumb, he's dangerous But either way at least it's something new! Now I invite you to join my wife, Vi And our daughter, Ariel In this morning's convocation God is love Follow him and never roam He has made the stars above Just to light your way Back home Everybody! God is love (The right thing, the right thing, we strive to do what's rifht) Follow him and never roam (The right thing, the right thing, sin is a matter of black and white) He has made the stars (There's rumors going 'round about the new kid) Above (And everybody's talking 'til they're blue) Just to light your way (But either way, it's something new) Back home (Either way at least it's something new) On any Sunday morning, here we'll be Raising our voices in harmony Gathering to join the feast Asking naught but Lord at least We pray that one day, once our trials have ceased We will be Released!