[Intro]

I feel like hip hop

Used to be a voice for the voiceless, y'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

[Verse 1]

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 do it, through it, she says, "Dios mia 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!

[Chorus]

Single every single day

Do it every single way

Make the single ladies say “Oh, Bo”

And if I were gay

Though I swear I'm straight

I'd make them fellas say—

[Verse 2]

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 look like Jackson Pollock's easel

My suggestion is you don't blow 'til 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

[Chorus]

Single every single day

Do it every single way

Make the single ladies say “Oh, Bo”

And if I were gay

Though I swear I'm straight

I'd make them fellas say “Oh, Bo”

[Post-Chorus]

Oh Bo-o, oh Bo, Bo

A-a-oh Bo, oh Bo, oh Bo

[Verse 3]

You think that you can handle me?

Girl, don't make me laugh

I said my junk is bipolar

It'll 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 runs

I got the runs

I got the runs

[Chorus]

Single every single day

Do it every single way

Make the single ladies say “Oh, Bo”

And if I were gay

Though I swear I'm straight

I'd make them fellas say “Oh, Bo”

[Bridge]

I wanna break it down for y'all

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:

[Interlude]

Uh, chorus is comin' up

[Chorus]

Single every single day

Do it every single way

Make the single ladies say “Oh, Bo”

And if I were gay

Though I swear I'm straight

I'd make them fellas say—

Uh uh!

[Verse 4]

You got a fume like a tuna

I'll smell ya later

I met a fat chick and I 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, un

It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on

[Outro]

Single every single

Do it every single

Pop that single like a Pringle jingle “Oh, Bo”

This song's almost completed

All this little ditty needed

Instrument that's double reeded: the oboe

Yeah, Oh, Bo, play that oboe