My mother taught me a version of this--the opening lines were sung slowly, piously scandalized, and then the chorus tears along.

Some girls, they stay out late at night,
And d-a-n-c-e [spelled out to avoid scandal...]
They cover up their faces
With p-a-i-n-t.
And then they laugh at me because
I'm s-a-v-e-d!
[pause, and let 'er rip]
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me.

The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me.
For me the angels sing-a-ling-a-ling
[point upwards] That's where I long to be.
O Death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling,
O Grave, thy victoreee?
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me.

I've searched for those opening lines, and can't find them.