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

I knew a lady who came from Duluth
Bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
Flew and laid down on the yellow moon

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

People cry and people moan
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 them their own

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

Thank you, thank you, fine, thank you
Thank you very much