Bo Burnham - Oh Bo Chords

Standard guitar tuning: 
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo


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!

 C
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.

 C

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

 C

(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):

 C

G♯You gotta fume like a tuna,
D♯I'll smell ya later.
FI met a fat chick
C♯And fucked her in an elevFator.
G♯It was wrong on so mD♯any levels.
FIt was wrong on so many lC♯e-le-le-levels.
G♯It was wrong on so many lG♯evels (ugh).
G♯It was wrong on, it was wrong on,A♯ it was wrong on

  E  C

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

Oh, Bo
Play that oboe