Bo Burnham – Oh Bo (Ukulele)

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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.
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Hittin' the club up VIP

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I got a fake mustache and a fake ID.

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I look like Wooly Willy

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With a really wooly willy.

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And I bypass the bouncer, 

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Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser.

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Look at all of Bo's hoes

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Looking for a ride on Bo's hose.

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And I spot a little Latino, booty so big call it Oprah's ego.

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We go to it, through it, she says, "Dios mio mi amigo!"

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Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya.

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Swallow bitch, there's people starving in Africa!
(CHORUS)
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Single every single day

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Do it every single way

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Make the single ladies say

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Oooh Bo

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And if I were gay, 

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Though I swear I'm straight, 

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I'd make them fellas say... 

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You're an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top, 

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But careful, cherry, 'cause I'm the King of Pop.

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Pop pop pop goes my weasel, 

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Now ya looking like Jackson Pollock's easel.

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My suggestion is:

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You don't blow 'til you know what congestion is, 

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Swallow when you know what digestion is.

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Follow Bo, the only question is:

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Have you been splattered before

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By the mad-hatter matador?

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Cake-batter never more

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It don't matter whether you're

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Spanish, French, 

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Swedish or Cambodian, 

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I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon.
(CHORUS)
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You think that you can handle me?

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Girl, don't make me laugh.

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I said my junk is bipolar

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It will split you in half (yea).

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And if you're lucky, 

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I might just bring you home, 

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And I'll have you going down

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Like you're growin' an extra chromosome.

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And when you love me, 

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Don't grab me by the buns

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'Cause I got a bad case of the ruunnnns.

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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)
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You gotta fume like a tuna, 

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I'll smell ya later.

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I met a fat chick

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And fucked her in an elevator.

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It was wrong on so many levels.

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It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels.

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It was wrong on so many levels (ugh).

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It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on
(NEW CHORUS)
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Single every single

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Do it every single

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Pop that single like a Pringle jingle

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Oooh Bo

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This song's almost completed

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All this little ditty needed

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Instrument that's double reeded:

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The oboe
(Yea) Oh, Bo Play that oboe