Lyrics
I know I told the preacher we’d be front and center in the choir
But my suit and tie’s still hanging on the door
My watch says we should hustle but we haven’t moved a muscle
And we can’t fight temptation anymore
We got Sunday morning
Sunday morning fever, yeah it comes on with no warning
The preacher’s gonna wonder so we better have a reason
But you made me a believer I got Sunday morning fever
I know we told my friends they could come over for the game
Let’s tell ‘em that the TV’s on the fritz
I’ll throw my lucky jersey back in the dirty laundry and
Forget about that losing streak we can still be winners
Cause it’s Sunday morning
Sunday morning fever, yeah, it comes on with no warning
The doctor don’t make house calls so we best stay under cover
Yeah, you’re my only healer I got Sunday morning fever
Everyone loves Saturday night but it’s all about Sunday
Everyone loves Saturday night but it’s all about Sunday morning
Everyone loves Saturday night but it’s all about Sunday
Everyone loves Saturday night but it’s all about Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning fever, yeah it comes on with no warning
Can I get a witness, yeah it ain’t nobody’s business
Let’s go find a reliever for this Sunday morning fever
Everyone loves Saturday night (Sunday) but it’s all about Sunday (Morning)
Everyone loves Saturday night (Sunday) but it’s all about Sunday morning (Morning)
Everyone loves Saturday night (Sunday) but it’s all about Sunday (Morning)
Everyone loves Saturday night (Sunday) but it’s all about Sunday morning
Eryn Michel/John Trupp
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