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

Verse 1
Hittin' the club up, V.I.P., I got a fake mustache and a fake I.D.
I look like Woolly Willy with a really woolly willy
And I bypass the bouncer, pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowzer
Look at all of Bo's hoes, lookin' 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 "Ay, dios mia mi amigo"
Pull it out, stick 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 the fellas say

Verse 2
You're an ice-cream sundae with a cherry on top
Be careful, Cherry, 'cause I'm the King of Pop
Pop, pop, pop goes my weasel
Now you 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 your
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 the fellas say
Oh Bo
Oh Bo, Oh Bo, Bo, Oh-oh 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 your lucky, I might just bring you home
And I'll have you going down like you're growing an extra chromosome
And when you grab me, don't grab me by my buns
'Cause I got a bad case of ru-runs
I got the runs
I got the runs

Chorus
Single every single day
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Make the single ladies say
Oh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make the fellas say
Oh Bo

Verse 4
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 doing this for you
My success is your success
And I know you may be thinking
"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 coming 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 the fellas say

Verse 5
Uh, Uh
You got a fume like a tuna
Ah, smell you 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, uh
It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on

Chorus and Ending
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 the fellas say
Oh
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 beated
Oh Bo
Yeah
Oh Bo, play that oboe