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
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' givin' props to my ho 'cause she fly
But I can take the heat 'cause I'm the other white meat known as Kid Funky Fried
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 Wookiee
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 honky'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 Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist
And Webster, yeah, Emmanuel Lewis 'cause 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
Oh oh
C'mon, party people
Oh oh
Throw your hands in the air
Oh oh
C'mon, party people
Oh oh
Wave 'em like you don't care
Oh oh
C'mon, party people
Oh oh
Everybody say: Ho
Oh oh
C'mon, party people
Oh oh
Everybody, here we go
Composição: Celite Evans / Charles Pettiford / Gregory Wigfall / Jerry Bloodrock / Richard Fowler