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Footloose/On Any Sunday
Footloose Original Broadway Cast
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Been working so hard
I'm punching my card
Eight hours for what
Oh, tell me what I got
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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!
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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 could 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!
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