Bo Burnham - Oh, Bo, аккорды песни для гитары

Bo Burnham - Oh, Bo, аккорды песни для гитары 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
Bo Burnham - Oh, Bo, аккорды песни для гитары 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

Bo Burnham - Oh, Bo, аккорды песни для гитары

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
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
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

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