Where do bad folks go when they die? 
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly 
They go to a lake of fire and fry 
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 
She went to her grave just a little too soon 
And flew away howling on the yellow moon 

Where do bad folks go when they die? 
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly 
They go to a lake of fire and fry 
See 'em again 'till the fourth of July 

The people cry and the people moan 
They look for a dry place to call their home 
Try to find some place to rest their bones 
While the angels and the devils try to make 'em their own 

Where do bad folks go when they die? 
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly 
They go to a lake of fire and fry 
See 'em again 'till the fourth of July