Lyrics ex-girlfriend/racial humor - Bo Burnham

ex-girlfriend/racial humor

My ex-girlfriend, she was a bitch, but you know, they say, like,
if you want to know what a girl’s gonna look like, look at her mother
You know, so I am so glad I broke up with her
'Cause she would’ve been, you know… dead
Guys, I’m a realist
Okay?
I try not to romanticize reality
You know, like when life gives you lemons
You probably just found lemons
But at the same time, I don’t deny the beauty in the world
'Cause there is so much beauty because life can be so symmetrical that gives
birth to this almost silent poetry
You know, like a hermaphrodite playing the keytar
Or a young Amish boy trying to blow out the light bulbs on his birthday cake
Or, or a girl who’s terrible at grammar saying, «Mama, you raise me good,»
and then being pushed down a well
If I had a dime, oh!
If I had a dime for every time a homeless guy asked me for change
I’d still say no
Here’s some racial humor for you guys
White people are like this, «Ah»
Black people are like this, «Uh»
We’re destined to fight forever
Blood in the streets
Yo momma’s so fat
Yo momma’s so ugly
Yo momma’s so stupid
Your mother’s breasts sag with such severity that the late, great surrealist
artist Salvador Dali mistook them for clocks