Oh Bo Chords & Lyrics - Bo Burnham

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] .

[G#]Hittin' the club up VIP
[D#]I got a fake mustache and a fake ID.
[F]I look like Wooly Willy
[C#]With a really wooly willy.
[G#]And I bypass the bouncer,
[D#]Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser.
[F]Look at all of Bo's hoes
[C#]Looking for a ride on Bo's hose.
[G#]And I spot a little Latino, booty so big call it Oprah's ego.
[D#]We go to it, through it, she says, "Dios mio mi amigo!"
[F]Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya.
[C#]Swallow bitch, there's people starving in Africa!

[CHORUS]
[G#]Single every single day
[D#]Do it every single way
[F]Make the single ladies say
[C#]Oooh Bo
[G#]And if I were gay,
[D#]Though I swear I'm straight,
[F]I'd make them fellas say.[C#] ..

[G#]You're an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top,
[D#]But careful, cherry, 'cause I'm the King of Pop.
[F]Pop pop pop goes my weasel,
[C#]Now ya looking like Jackson Pollock's easel.
[G#]My suggestion is:
[D#]You don't blow 'til you know what congestion is,
[F]Swallow when you know what digestion is.
[C#]Follow Bo, the only question is:
[G#]Have you been splattered before
[D#]By the mad-hatter matador?
[F]Cake-batter never more
[C#]It don't matter whether you're
[G#]Spanish, French,
[D#]Swedish or Cambodian,
[F]I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon.

[CHORUS]

[G#]You think that you can handle me?
[D#]Girl, don't make me laugh.
[F]I said my junk is bipolar
[C#]It will split you in half (yea).
[G#]And if you're lucky,
[D#]I might just bring you home,
[F]And I'll have you going down
[C#]Like you're growin' an extra chromosome.
[G#]And when you love me,
[D#]Don't grab me by the buns
[F]'Cause I got a bad case of the ruunnnns.
[C#]I got the runs
I got the ru-u-u-uuuns

[CHORUS]

(Spoken)
(The rhythm in this part is kinda hard to tab out. It is still the same chords,
just a different rhythm)
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):

[CHORUS]

[G#]You gotta fume like a tuna,
[D#]I'll smell ya later.
[F]I met a fat chick
[C#]And fucked her in an elev[F]ator.
[G#]It was wrong on so m[D#]any levels.
[F]It was wrong on so many l[C#]e-le-le-levels.
[G#]It was wrong on so many l[G#]evels (ugh).
[G#] (Transition up to [A#])
It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on

(NEW CHORUS)

[A#]Single every single
[F]Do it every single
[G]Pop that single like a Pringle jingle
[D#]Oooh Bo

[A#]This song's almost completed
[F]All this little ditty needed
[G]Instrument that's double reeded:
[D#]The oboe

(Yea)

Oh, Bo
Play that oboe