Intro:) Where do bad folks go whem they died? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake or fire and fry Won't see 'em agaim till the Fourth of july I knew a lady who lived in Duluth She got bit by a gog with a rabid tooth But she went to her grave Just a little too soon And she flew away howling at the yellow moon Where do bad folks go whem they died? They don't go to haven where the angels fly They go down to the lake or fire and fry Won't see 'em agaim 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 died? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake or fire and fry Won't see 'em agaim till the Fourth of july