The Bloodhoundgang

Fire Water Burn

Ge
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
DC
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Ge
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
So I don't know mofo if y' all peeps be buggin' given props to my ho `cause she all fly
but I can take the heat 'cause I'm the other white meat known as 'Kid Funky Fried'
Yea 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 strookin' my own wookie
I'm the root of all that's evil yeah, but you can call me cookie

Ref.

Yo yo, this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice
I'm not black like Berry White, no I'm white like Frank Black is
So if man is five and the devil is six, then that must make me seven
This honkey's gone to heaven
But if I go to hell well then I hope I'll 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' poltergeist
And Webster, yea, Immanuel Lewis 'cause he's the anti-Christ
Ooh, ooh, c'mon party people
Throw your hands in the air
Ooh, ooh, c'mon party people
Wave 'em like you don't care (2x)