Letras:Soundtrack Artists. 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?

Others:
For what?...

Wendy Jo:
Been working too damn hard
I'm punching that same card
Eight hours of 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: **Chorus**
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 passin' 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

First! We've got to turn you around
Second! Then put your feet on the ground
Third! Now take ahold of your soul!
Life keeps holding me down
Everybody cut everybody cut...
The scene shifts to Beamont..


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

Ren:
We've only been here 3 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
And 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:
Start a new life here

Ren & Ethel:
Have I done the right thing?
Picking up my life
Packing up the passt
That's always frightning
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
But you know how a stranger is
If he's not dumb he's dangerous
But either way at least it's something new

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 & Vi, Choir, and Ren & Ethel repeat their lines simultaneously

All:
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