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    I feel like hip hop
    Used to be a voice for the voiceless, you know?
    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

    Hittin' the club up vip
    I got a fake mustache and a fake id
    I look like wooly willy
    With a really wooly willy
    And I bypass the bouncer
    Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser
    Look at all of bo's hoes
    Looking for a ride on bo's hose
    And I spot a little latino, booty so big call it oprah's ego
    We go to it, through it, she says, "Dios mio mi amigo!"
    Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya
    Swallow bitch, there's people starving in africa!

    Single every single day
    Do it every single way
    Make the single ladies say
    Ooh bo
    And if I were gay
    Though I swear I'm straight
    I'd make them fellas say

    You're an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top
    But careful, cherry, 'cause I'm the king of pop
    Pop pop pop goes my weasel
    Now ya looking like jackson pollock's easel
    My suggestion is
    You don't blow till you know what congestion is
    Swallow when you know what digestion is
    Follow bo, the only question is
    Have you been splattered before
    By the mad-hatter matador?
    Cake-batter never more
    It don't matter whether you're
    Spanish, french, swedish or cambodian
    I'll slime you so hard you could be on nickelodeon

    Single every single day
    Do it every single way
    Make the single ladies say
    Oooh bo
    And if I were gay
    Though I swear I'm straight
    I'd make them fellas say
    Ooh bo
    Oh bo-o, ooh bo, bo
    A-a-oooh bo, oooh bo, oooh bo

    You think that you can handle me?
    Girl, don't make me laugh
    I said my junk is bipolar
    It will split you in half (yeah)
    And if you're lucky
    I might just bring you home
    And I'll have you going down
    Like you're growin' an extra chromosome
    And when you grab me
    Don't grab me by my buns
    'Cause I got a bad case of the ruunnnns
    Runs
    I got the runs
    I got the ru-you-you-uuuns

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    Single every single day
    Do it every single way
    Make the single ladies say
    Oooh bo
    And if I were gay
    Though I swear I'm straight
    I'd make them fellas say
    Ooh bo

    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)

    Single every single day
    Do it every single way
    Make the single ladies say
    Oooh bo
    And if I were gay
    Though I swear I'm straight
    I'd make them fellas say
    Ugh ugh!

    You gotta fume like a tuna
    I'll smell ya later
    I met a fat chick
    And fucked her in an elevator
    It was wrong on so many levels
    It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels
    It was wrong on so many levels (uh)
    It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on

    Single every single day
    Do it every single way
    Make the single ladies say
    Oooh bo
    And if I were gay
    Though I swear I'm straight
    I'd make them fellas say
    Oooh

    Single every single
    Do it every single
    Pop that single like a pringle jingle
    Oooh bo

    This song's almost completed
    All this little ditty needed
    Instrument that's double reeded
    The oboe

    (Yea)

    Oh, bo
    Play that oboe

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    Composition: Bo Burnham

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