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
  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 the lake of fire and fry
  Won't see 'em 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
  Fight to claim 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