Where do bad folks go when they die?
they don't go to heaven where the angels fly
they go to the lake of fire and fry
won't see 'em again till the fourth of july

i knew a lady who came from duluth
she got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
but she went to her grave just a little too soon
and flew away howling at the yellow moon

Where do bad folks go when they die?
they don't go to heaven where the angels fly
they go to the lake of fire and fry
won't see 'em again till the fourth of july

now people howl and people moan
and they look for a dry place to call their home
and try to find some where to rest their bones
before the angels and the devils 
fight to make them for their own

Where do bad folks go when they die?
they don't go to heaven where the angels fly
they go to the lake of fire and fry
won't see 'em again till the fourth of july