Bloodhound Gang

The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn

Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I’m a dumb white guy 
I’m not old or new but middle school, fifth grade like junior high 
I don’t know mofo’ if y’all peeps be buggin’ give props to my ho ’cause she fly 
But I can take the heat ’cause I’m the other white meat known as Kid Funky Fry 
Yeah I’m hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye 
But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don’t shine 
’Cause I’m kind of like Han Solo always strokin’ my own wookie 
I’m the root of all that’s evil yeah but you can call me Cookie 

The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn

Yo yo this hardcore ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice 
I’m not black like Barry White no I am white like Frank Black is, 
So if man is five and the Devil is six than that must make me seven 
This honkey’s gone to heaven 
But if I go to hell well then I hope I burn well 
I’ll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye, and Lawrence Welk 
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimmy Hendrix’ poltergeist 
And Webster yeah Emmanuel Lewis cuz he’s the anti-christ 

The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn

Everybody here we go 
Ohh Ohh
C’mon party people 
Ohh Ohh 
Throw your hands in the air 
Ohh Ohh
C’mon party people 
Ohh Ohh 
Wave ’em like you don’t care 
Ohh Ohh 
C’mon party people
Ooo Ooo 
Everbody say ho 
Ohh Ohh
C’mon party people 
Ohh Ohh 
Everybody here we go