Bo Burnham - Oh Bo Lyrics

Intro (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 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%0