Аккорды Bo Burnham - Oh, Bo

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 
 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,  
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Though I swear I'm straight,  
 F                        C#  
I'd make them fellas say...  
 
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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: 
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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: 
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Have you been splattered before 
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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
 
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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. 
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And when you love me,  
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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
 
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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