[Spoken] GET TO YOUR POSITIONS AND BE READY TO SING!!! [Verse 1] Who said we’re getting Sunday free? It’s World Choir Day, the joke’s on me. Preacher says, “Sing your heart out loud,” But my voice is gone and I’m not proud! Oh, holy lord, this preacher’s a slave driver, Oh, holy lord, these high notes are murder! Oh, holy lord, can’t we get a little slack? Before my vocal cords crack! [Chorus] Choir Day Headache, let me sleep! I’m running on coffee, my soul’s too deep. You say Sunday is a day of rest, But for choir folks, it’s a stamina test. Oh holy lord, when will this end? We’re your faithful servants, not your weekend trend! Oh holy lord, give us a sign, That a Sunday off is finally divine. [Verse 2] Woke up at dawn for rehearsal again, Preacher says, “Hallelujah!” I’m saying, “When?” You want those harmonies to reach the sky, But I just want to curl up and cry. Oh, holy lord, the altos are cracking, Oh, holy lord, the tenors are slacking! Oh, holy lord, sopranos hit that high, But basses are just asking, “Why?” [Bridge] We’re tired, we’re weary, we’re barely alive, Singing “Amazing Grace” in a 9 to 5. World Choir Day, and we’re all here, Burned out, strung out, holding back tears. [Chorus] Choir Day Headache, let me sleep! I’m running on coffee, my soul’s too deep. You say Sunday is a day of rest, But for choir folks, it’s a stamina test. Oh holy lord, when will this end? We’re your faithful servants, not your weekend trend! Oh holy lord, give us a sign, That a Sunday off is finally divine. [Outro] Take me to the promised land of peace, Where rehearsals stop and the singing will cease. But for now, I’ll belt it out for the crowd, Choir Day Headache – it’s what makes us proud! [Spoken] Finally, church is over, let's go home, free for another week from this hellpit
