Bo Burnham
Bo Burnham - Oh Bo (Studio) lyrics
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I feel like hip-hop used to be a voice for the voiceless, you know? And now it's become, at least in the mainstream, a symbol of Misogyny, gay panic, fiscal irresponsibility So, I figure, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em [Verse 1] Hittin' the club up, V.I.P., I got a fake mustache and a fake I.D. I look like Woolly Willy with a really woolly willy And I bypass the bouncer, pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowzer Look at all of Bo's hoes, lookin' for a ride on Bo's hose And I spot a little Latino, booty so big call it Oprah's ego We go do it, through it, she says "Ay, dios mia mi amigo" Pull it out, stick in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya Swallow, bitch There's people starving in Africa [Chorus] Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oh Bo And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make the fellas say [Verse 2] You're an ice-cream sundae with a cherry on top Be careful, Cherry, 'cause I'm the King of Pop Pop, pop, pop goes my weasel Now you look like Jackson Pollock's easel My suggestion is you don't blow 'til you know what congestion is Swallow when you know what digestion is Follow Bo, the only question is Have you been splattered before by the Mad Hatter matador? Cake batter, never more, it don't matter whether your Spanish, French, Swedish, or Cambodian I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon [Chorus] Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oh Bo And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make the fellas say Oh Bo Oh Bo, Oh Bo, Bo, Oh-oh Oh Bo, Oh Bo, Oh Bo [Verse 3] You think that you can handle me Girl, don't make me laugh I said my junk is bipolar It'll split you in half, yeah And if your lucky, I might just bring you home And I'll have you going down like you're growing an extra chromosome And when you grab me, don't grab me by my buns 'Cause I got a bad case of ru-runs I got the runs I got the runs [Chorus] Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oh Bo And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make the fellas say Oh Bo [Verse 4] I wanna break it down for ya'll I came from the streets with nothin' Now I'm makin' hit records For my people, still livin' in the streets Still livin' in poverty, I wanna tell you I'm doing this for you My success is your success And I know you may be thinking "Hey, if you really believe that Why don't you use some of your money To help rebuild the neighborhood Instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski" And to that, I say Uh, chorus is coming up [Chorus] Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oh Bo And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make the fellas say [Verse 5] Uh, Uh You got a fume like a tuna Ah, smell you later I met a fat chick and I fucked her in an elevator It was wrong on so many levels It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels It was wrong on so many levels, uh It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on [Chorus and Ending] Oh Single every single Do it every single Pop that single like a Pringle jingle Oh Bo This song's almost completed All this little ditty needed Instrument that's double reeded The oboe Yeah Oh Bo, play that oboe