The Roof Is On Fire taby ukulele według Bloodhound Gang

Chorus:

G                   Em
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
G                   Em
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
G                   Em
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
D                              C               
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
                        
Burn motherfucker, burn


Verse 1:  

G                              Em
Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy
        G                                  Em
I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high
         G                                        Em
I don't know mofo if yall peeps be bugging givin props to my ho cause she fly
           D                                                C
But I can take the heat cause I'm the other white meat know as kid funky fry
    G                             E
I'm hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye
         G                          E
But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don't shine
          G                            E
Cause I'm kind of like Han Solo always strokin my own wookie
         A                              C                      A
I'm the root of all that's evil yeah but you can call me cookie


Chorus: 

G                   E
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
G                   E
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
G                   E
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
D                              C              
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
                        
Burn motherfucker, burn


Verse 2: 
              G                              E
Yo, yo,  this hardcore ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice
         G                             E
I'm not black like Barry White no I am white like Frank Black is
      G                                     E                     F#
So if man is five and the devil is six then that must make me seven
G             E
This honkey's gone to heaven
     G                          E
But if I go to hell, well then I hope I burn well
              G                                  E
I'll spend my days with JFK, Marvin Gaye, Martha Ray and Lawrence Welk
           G                                  E
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimmie Hendrix's polterguist
    A                              C                    A
And Webster yeah Emaual Lewis cause he's the Anti-Christ


Chorus

Ending:

G
C'mon party people (ooh, ooh)
Em
Throw your hands in the air (ooh, ooh)
G
C'mon party people (ooh, ooh)
Em
Waive them like you don't care (ooh, ooh)
G
C'mon party people (ooh, ooh)
Em
Everybody say ho (ooh, ooh)
G
C'mon party people (ooh, ooh)
Em
Everybody here we go (ooh, ooh)
G
C'mon party people (ooh, ooh)
E
Throw your hands in the air (ooh, ooh)
G
C'mon party people (ooh, ooh)
E
Waive them like you don't care (ooh, ooh)
G
C'mon party people (ooh, ooh)
E
Everybody say ho (ooh, ooh)
G
C'mon party people (ooh, ooh)
E
Everybody here we go (ooh, ooh)