Hurra Hurra Die Schule Brennt
Extrabreit
Hooray Hooray, the School is Burning
The little girls from the suburbs
are wearing phosphor nose rings today.
Their lips are blue, their hair is green,
matchbook labels in their ears.
From their jacket pockets
stick out brown bottles,
you can see them strutting down the streets,
everywhere they go,
a whiff of gasoline hangs in the air.
This is new, this is new,
Hooray, hooray, the school is burning.
The little girls from the suburbs
are smashing all the fire alarms.
The sirens wail,
all the bells ring,
the kids start to scream.
Woo-woo, woo-woo,
the fire truck will be here soon.
It burns so well,
soon there’ll be nothing but embers,
where the school used to be.
And they sing:
This is new, this is new,
Hooray, hooray, the school is burning.
This is new, this is new,
Hooray, hooray, the school is burning.
The little girls from the suburbs
are wearing phosphor nose rings today,
battery-operated radios
and New Wave music in their ears.
They stand together
close to the flames,
till the sun goes down.
The fire department
has it doubly hard,
because the wind is shifting.
And they sing:
This is awesome, this is awesome,
Hooray, hooray, the school is burning.
This is awesome, this is awesome,
Hooray, hooray, the school is burning.
