Bo Burnham - Oh, Bo, аккорды

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