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. ^FI 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. ^FLook 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!" ^FPull 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 ^FMake the single ladies say ^C#Oooh Bo ^G#And if I were gay, ^D#Though I swear I'm straight, ^FI'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. ^FPop 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, ^FSwallow 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? ^FCake-batter never more ^C#It don't matter whether you're ^G#Spanish, French, ^D#Swedish or Cambodian, ^FI'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. ^FI 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, ^FAnd 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. ^FI met a fat chick ^C#And fucked her in an elev^Fator. ^G#It was wrong on so m^D#any levels. ^FIt 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

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^A#Single every single ^FDo it every single ^GPop that single like a Pringle jingle ^D#Oooh Bo

^A#This song's almost completed ^FAll this little ditty needed ^GInstrument that's double reeded: ^D#The oboe

(Yea) Oh, Bo Play that oboe

Bo Burnham - Oh bo