Oh Bo (Studio)

[Intro (spoken)] 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 [Verse 1 - Bo Burnham] 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 Oooh 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 love me Don't grab me by the buns Cause I got a bad case of the ruunnnns I got the runs I got the ru-u-u-uuuns 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 (Spoken) 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 Oooh 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 Oooh Bo And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make them fellas say Oooh Single every single Do it every single Pop that single like a Pringle jingle Oooh Bo This song's almost completed All this little ditty needed Instrument that's double reeded: The oboe (Yea) Oh, Bo Play that oboe