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 them 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 she 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 down to the lake of fire and fry 
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July 

Now the people cry and the people moan 
And they look for a dry place to call their home 
And try to find some place to rest their bones 
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own 

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