Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the thiên thần fly
They go to the lake of ngọn lửa, chữa cháy and fry
Won't see em again 'till the fourth of July

I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit bởi 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 thiên thần fly
They go down to the lake of ngọn lửa, chữa cháy 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 thiên thần 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 thiên thần fly
They go down to the lake of ngọn lửa, chữa cháy and fry
Won't see em again 'till the fourth of July