Biografía:
Robert Pickering "Bo" Burnham (born August 21, 1990) is an American comedian, musician, actor, filmmaker and poet.[1][2][3] He began his performance career as a YouTuber in March 2006, and his videos have been viewed over 250 million times[3][4] as of December 2018.
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Otras canciones:
- #deep
- 3.14 Apple Pi
- 3.14 Apple Pie
- Are You Happy
- Art Is Dead
- Cookout
- Country Song
- Eff
- From God's Perspective
- Hell Of A Ride
- I'm Bo Yo
- Kill Yourself
- Kill Youself
- Little Adolf
- Love Is...
- Lower Your Expectations
- Men And Women
- My Whole Family
- New Math
- Oh My God
- Perfect Woman
- Repeat Stuff
- Sad
- Straight White Male
- Welcome To Youtube
- Words Words Words
- From Gods Perspective
- 314 Apple Pi
- A Love Ballad
- Cant Handle This
- Channel 5 News
- Cun
- Deep
- Fetus
- He Meant To Knock The Water Over
- High School Party
- Im Bo Yo
- Love Is
- My Better Half
- My Little Secret
- Nerds
- Oh Bo
- Oh My God Song From The Perspective Of God
- Rant
- Sunday School
- The Break Up Song
- The Perfect Woman
- The Twitter Song
- Whats Funny
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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 C#
I'd make them fellas say...
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# F
And fucked her in an elevator.
G# D#
It was wrong on so many levels.
F C#
It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels.
G# G#
It was wrong on so many levels (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
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 C#
I'd make them fellas say...
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# F
And fucked her in an elevator.
G# D#
It was wrong on so many levels.
F C#
It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels.
G# G#
It was wrong on so many levels (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
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