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 got.
I've got this feeling that time's just 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.
Loose your blues.
Everybody cut footloose!
Ren!
Hey, Ren!
We heard you're movin'!
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 zip code!
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, deep way down in your heart your burning, yearning for some, somebody to tell you that life ain't passin' you by.
Life ain't passin' 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 loose!
Cut footloose!
Oh woah.
Cut footloose!
Oh.
Cut footloose!
Mom, where are you gonna put that stuff?
I can't close the trunk, the backseat is full!
Ren, don't start.
I don't wanna leave anymore that you do.
Yeah, right!
Look!
I too wish your father hadn't left, I too wish things could be the way they were.
Okay, okay.
We both wish I could be one of those strong single moms that 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!
You got to turn you around.
Second!
Then put your feet on the ground.
Third!
Now take a hold of your soul.
Ah, 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 ahhhh.
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 men, so we all may rise again.
Thank you Lord, amen.
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Ah ah ah ah ah ohh ohh ooh ooh ooh oooh.
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 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 can start a new life here.
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 Mc
Cormack and her son, Ron, is it?
Ren.
Hm?
Speak up, let the Lord hear your voice!
Ren!
Ren Mc
Cormack!
Ren, interesting name, is it short for something?
Nope!
There's rumours going round about the new kid.
And everybody's talking 'til their 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! (Shaw & Vi, Choir, and Ren & Ethel repeat their lines simultaneously) 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.