Oh Bo (Studio)
I feel like hip hop
Used to be a voice for the voiceless
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
Hittin' the club up VIP
I got a fake mustache and a fake ID
I look like Wooly Willy
With a really wooly willy
And I bypass the bouncer
Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser
Look at all of Bo's hoes
Looking for a ride on Bo's hose
And I spot a little Latino, booty so big call it Oprah's ego
We go to it, through it, she says, "Dios mio mi amigo!"
Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya
Swallow bitch, there's people starving in Africa!
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Ooh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make them fellas say
You're an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top
But careful, cherry, 'cause I'm the King of Pop
Pop pop pop goes my weasel
Now ya looking 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 you're
Spanish, French, Swedish or Cambodian
I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oooh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make them fellas say
Oooh Bo
Oh Bo-o, ooh Bo, Bo
A-a-Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo
You think that you can handle me?
Girl, don't make me laugh
I said my junk is bipolar
It will split you in half (yea)
And if you're lucky
I might just bring you home
And I'll have you going down
Like you're growin' an extra chromosome
And when you grab me
Don't grab me by the buns
'Cause I got a bad case of the runs
I got the runs
I got the ru-u-u-uns
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oooh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make them fellas say
Ooh Bo
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 doin' this for you
My success is your success
And I know you may be thinkin'
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 comin' out)
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Ooh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make them fellas say
Ugh Ugh!
You gotta fume like a tuna
I'll smell ya later
I met a fat chick
And 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 (ugh)
It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Ooh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make them fellas say
Ooh
Single every single
Do it every single
Pop that single like a Pringle jingle
Ooh Bo
This song's almost completed
All this little ditty needed
Instrument that's double reeded
The oboe
(Yeah)
Oh, Bo
Play that oboe
Used to be a voice for the voiceless
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
Hittin' the club up VIP
I got a fake mustache and a fake ID
I look like Wooly Willy
With a really wooly willy
And I bypass the bouncer
Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser
Look at all of Bo's hoes
Looking for a ride on Bo's hose
And I spot a little Latino, booty so big call it Oprah's ego
We go to it, through it, she says, "Dios mio mi amigo!"
Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya
Swallow bitch, there's people starving in Africa!
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Ooh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make them fellas say
You're an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top
But careful, cherry, 'cause I'm the King of Pop
Pop pop pop goes my weasel
Now ya looking 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 you're
Spanish, French, Swedish or Cambodian
I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oooh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make them fellas say
Oooh Bo
Oh Bo-o, ooh Bo, Bo
A-a-Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo
You think that you can handle me?
Girl, don't make me laugh
I said my junk is bipolar
It will split you in half (yea)
And if you're lucky
I might just bring you home
And I'll have you going down
Like you're growin' an extra chromosome
And when you grab me
Don't grab me by the buns
'Cause I got a bad case of the runs
I got the runs
I got the ru-u-u-uns
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oooh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make them fellas say
Ooh Bo
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 doin' this for you
My success is your success
And I know you may be thinkin'
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 comin' out)
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Ooh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make them fellas say
Ugh Ugh!
You gotta fume like a tuna
I'll smell ya later
I met a fat chick
And 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 (ugh)
It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Ooh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make them fellas say
Ooh
Single every single
Do it every single
Pop that single like a Pringle jingle
Ooh Bo
This song's almost completed
All this little ditty needed
Instrument that's double reeded
The oboe
(Yeah)
Oh, Bo
Play that oboe
Credits
Writer(s): Bo Burnham
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