Oh Bo w/ Lyrics - Bo Burnham

"Oh Bo" by Burnham from the "Words Words Words" album. This is the live version of the song. *I do not own this content, all music and lyrics by Bo Burnham. I only created the lyric video.* I may make a lyric video for "Oh Bo" Studio version. Lyrics: 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) Hittin' the club a VIP I got a fake mustache and a fake ID 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, wows her Look at all of Bo's hos 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, "Dios mia, 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 "Oh Bo!" And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make the 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 you look like Jackson Pollock's easel My suggestion is You don't blow it until 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 "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 Bo Oh Bo Oh Bo 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 you're 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 the ru-runs I got the runs I got the ru-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-ns 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!" (I wanna break it down for y'all I came from the streets with nothing Now I'm making hit records For my people still living in the streets, still living in poverty, I want to 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) 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 Uh, uh You gotta fume like a tuna I'll smell you later I met a fat chick And I fucked her in an elevator It was wrong on so many levels