Bart Sells His Soul Medley: From God's Brain To Your Mouth / In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida

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.