Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song OH BO , by - Bo Burnham. Song from the album Words Words Words, in the genre Release date: 18.10.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Comedy Central
Song language: English
OH BO |
| Spoken |
| 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 up 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, wowser |
| 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 «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 |
| Oooh 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 '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 the fellas say |
| Oooh 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 growin' 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-uuns |
| 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 the 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' up |
| 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 the fellas say |
| Ugh Ugh! |
| You gotta fume like a tuna |
| I’ll smell ya 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 (ugh) |
| It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on |
| 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! |
| Yeah |
| Oh Bo, play that oboe |