I wake up all bleary When I first hear the Age-old queary Benedicite Dominus Thank God we cant Speak to each other I'm not in the mood to be cheery Put on the tunic and scapular Then the wimple--Look! No mirror The gimp and veil Complete the nuns coture At an ungodly hour The bell in the tower Signals a warning We've made it through One more night It's time to greet a new morning But before I go downstairs I clear my head of woes and cares By dancing my way through my Morning prayers (DANCE) Dancing is the way I pray I can have a perfect day If I start of with a tour jete So if you wake up feeling blah Try my proven formula! Sister! Oh. Sorry. Point your toes and pleat Once each day!