Bart:Hymns here! I got hymns here!
Get 'em while they're holy, straight from God's brain to your mouth!
Reverend Lovejoy:And now, please rise for our opening hymn, uhhh, "In the Garden of Eden" by I. Ron Butterfly.
In the garden da-vida, honey!
Doncha know that I love you?
In the garden of Eden, baby,
Doncha know that I'll always be true.
Homer:Hey, Marge, remember when we used to make out to this hymn?
'Congregation':Oh, wonchu come with me-hee-hee
And take my hand-a-and?
Oh, wonchu come with me-hee-hee
Reverend Lovejoy:Wait a minute, this sounds like rock and/or roll!
Reverend Lovejoy:I know one of you is responsible for this.
So repeat after me: "If I withhold the truth, may I go straight to Hell,
where I will eat naught but burning hot coals and drink naught but burning hot cola...
Children: "...where fiery demons will crush me in the back..."
 "...where my soul will be chopped into confetti,
strewn upon a parade of murderers and single mothers..."
 "...where my tongue will be torn out by ravenous birds."
Milhouse:Bart did it! That Bart right there!
Bart:Milhouse!
Reverend Lovejoy:Milhouse, you did the right thing.
Bart, come with me for punishment. You, too, Snitchy.
I want you to clean every one of these organ pipes that you have befouled with your popular music.