Testo Oh Bo - Bo Burnham
Testo della canzone Oh Bo (Bo Burnham), tratta dall'album Words Words Words
Thank you, guys so much for coming to the show
I'm gonna leave you with this
I, uh, you guys are a great crowd
Um, if you didn't like the show though, remember
When life gets you down, make a comforter
I feel like hip hop, 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, you know?
So I figure if you can't beat 'em, join 'em
Headed to the club, up VIP
I got a fake mustache and a fake I'd
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
Wowzer, 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 do it through it
She says, "Dios mio, mi amigo"
Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, then 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, "Oh, Bo"
As in R-oh, Bo, oh, Bo
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
Yeah, my suggestion is you don't blow 'til you know what congestion is
Swallow and you'll know what digestion is
Follow Bo, the only question is
Have you been splattered before by the Mad Hatter, matador, cake batter?
Nevermore, it don't matter whether you're Spanish, French, Swedish, or Cambodian
I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon
Thank you, I'm single every single day, do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
And if I were gay, though I swear I'm straight
I'd make the fellas say... (oh, bo)
Oh, Bo
I say, oh, Bo
I say, 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
I said and, 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 runs, runs
I got the runs
I got the ru-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-uns
Ah, Single every single day, do it every single way
Make the single ladies say, "Oh, Bo"
And if I were, oh, so then I were, yeah
And if I were
I'm gonna 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 wanna 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-oh, chorus is coming up"
Single every single day, do it every single way
Make the single ladies say, "Oh, Bo"
And if I were, oh, so then I were, yeah
And if I were
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
I said it was wrong on so many levels
I said, "Oh, Bo," it was wrong on
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Writer(s): Bo Burnham
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